A supremely guilty pleasure that, to my surprise, has held up well. And sorry, Nora and Meg, but I attribute this good weathering mostly to Billy Crystal, Rob Reiner, and the fine supporting cast (R.I.P. Bruno Kirby) who here manage to fashion a sort of ur-Seinfeld about a year before that program started airing. To be fair, even young Meg seems eager to inhabit her role with purposefully annoying qualities and does not merely wrinkle her button nose in contest for the title of America’s Sweetheart.
Read Beth’s essay on Meg and Nora here.
by Leo Goldsmith | Source: Cable television broadcast (the Hallmark channel, no less)
19 Feb 2007 12:36 PM | Comments (2)
I have to say, I think this is one of my all time top ten movies- it’s just an effortless, endlessly repeatable pleasure that doesn’t seem to fade with time, perfect in every detail (with the possible exception of Harry Connick, Jr.).
But remember- don’t fuck with Mr. Zero.
Sally: So what do you do with these women? You just get up out of bed and leave?
Harry: Sure.
Sally: Well, explain to me how you do it. What do you say?
Harry: You’d say you have an early meeting, early haircut, or a squash game.
Sally: You don’t play squash.
Harry: They don’t know that — they just met me.
Sally: That’s disgusting.
Harry: I know, I feel terrible.
tom
19 February 2007
4:05 PM
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