I Long to Watch “You’ve Got Mail . . . Again”
Goodness, but I’m craving another “You’ve Got Mail” type of romantic comedy.
Come to think of it, perhaps a sequel these days might more aptly be titled, “You’ve Got a Text.”
Regardless of the name, when I go to the show, I want to escape the stress of everyday life, not magnify it. Kids getting kidnapped and stowed in the bowels of a plane, a giant tidal wave flattening Manhattan, and dinosaurs running amok eating tourists for lunch are stuff of my nightmares, not plot lines of movies I want to pay $10 to go see.
Am I becoming an old fuddy-duddy? I think the answer is decidedly yes, in part, because only old fuddy-duddies actually use that word.
Do you remember when quality romantic comedies, an oxymoron to some, were in their heyday? Where did those movies go? You’d walk away from the theater with a sappy smile, a warm heart, and charming dialog looping in your head for days.
Here’s some of the dialog I cherished.
Do any of these lines bring back sweet memories for you, as well?
William: I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are; my mother has trouble remembering my name.
Anna Scott: I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
“When Harry Met Sally”
“I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” -Harry’s epic declaration of love
Cosmo Castorini: You’ll have your eyes opened for you, my friend.
Johnny: I have my eyes open.
Cosmo Castorini: Oh yeah? Well, stick around. Don’t go on any long trips.
Johnny: I don’t know what you mean.
Cosmo Castorini: I know you don’t. That’s the point. I’ll say no more.
Johnny: You haven’t said anything!
Cosmo Castorini: And that’s all I’m saying.
Jamie: [in broken Portuguese] Beautiful Aurelia, I’ve come here with a view of asking you to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person – because I hardly knows you – but sometimes things are so transparency, they don’t need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England.
Sophia Barros: [in Portuguese] Definitely go for England, girl. You’ll meet Prince William – then you can marry him instead.
“Sleepless in Seattle”
Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: People who truly loved once are far more likely to love again. Sam, do you think there’s someone out there you could love as much as your wife?
Sam Baldwin: Well, Dr. Marcia Fieldstone, that’s hard to imagine.
Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: What are you going to do?
Sam Baldwin: Well, I’m gonna get out of bed every morning… breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won’t have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out… and, then after a while, I won’t have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while.
Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: Tell me what was so special about your wife?
Sam Baldwin: Well, how long is your program? Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like… magic.
“Four Weddings and a Funeral”
Charles: How do you do, my name is Charles.
Old man: Don’t be ridiculous, Charles died 20 years ago!
Charles: Must be a different Charles, I think.
Old man: Are you telling me I don’t know my own brother!
Charles: No, no.
Gareth: We had the most delightful girl at our table. Carrie, apparently her fiancé’s terribly grand and owns half of Scotland. How about you?
Charles: I seem to be stuck in the wedding from hell, ghosts of girlfriends past at every turn. Next thing I’ll bump into Henrietta and the nightmare will be complete.
Henrietta: Hello Charles.
Charles: Hello Hen, how are you?[Hen bursts into tears]
“You’ve Got Mail”
Kathleen Kelly: [writing to “NY152”] Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one! It got on at 42nd and off at 59th, where, I assume, it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake, as almost all hats are.
Kathleen Kelly: [writing to “NY152”] Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life – well, valuable, but small – and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.
Heavy sigh . . .
Oh, Nora Ephron, you’ll never know how deeply you are missed!
Have I skipped any of the classics from the 80’s and 90’s?
Or, have you watched any super good rom coms recently that I just haven’t met?