With the sad news of Nora Ephron’s passing I had to relive some of my favourite Ephron movies in commemoration. This was the first. You’ve Got Mail isn’t on a lot of people’s favourites list but I always had a soft spot for the dial up AOL and killer ensemble cast (Dave Chapelle! Parker Posey! Greg Kinnear!). Plus, it always feels like Ephron is writing especially for Meg Ryan and in this movie she’s at her highest Meg Ryan-y height. Just the way she walks is equally cute and disturbing. I love the way Ephron writes about books in this movie and she’s on top of her “digress while in the middle of a fight” dialogue game, here and always. I’ve always found it interesting how these asides never seem out of place but rather natural—even though when I fight I hate the attempt to distract me. I’m MAD, don’t make me laugh! Finally, the quintessential Ephron breakup scene—at a restaurant, because when I’m ready to break someone’s heart I like to do it over fine food—wherein they come to a mutual and mature agreement that they don’t ACTUALLY belong together. Like friends. Not like real people.
Bottom line, this movie is cheese but melty, delicious cheese. So just eat it already.
It worries me that I am inadvertently sporting Meg Ryan’s haircut from You’ve Got Mail.
Remember dialup?! I feel like this is something that we as a nation have collectively blocked out. The wait was traumatizing. #YGM
Now, I’m just snowballing here, but I’m thinking the more you say someone’s name in a single breath—the less likely you are to love them.
It’s no coincidence that Patricia, Parker Posey and poison all share that spit it out hard P. Or, I guess maybe it could be a coincidence.
Meg Ryan’s bookstore is called The Shop Around the Corner. No wonder your business is failing. People keep coming in looking for gum & porn.
“Do you ever feel like you’ve become the worst possible version of yourself?”
“Do you think we should meet?” …and Meg Ryan has the exact same reaction online daters have been having ever since. pic.twitter.com/aUKnRMs8
People really don’t have enough group piano sing-a-longs anymore.
They get stuck in an elevator and Parker Posey paints her nails. Pretty sure this is the inspiration for M. Night Shyamalan’s last movie.
Sometimes I like to stop romantic comedies before the end so the characters never get together and I can think about how shitty life is.
OH GOD THIS ENDING. #YGM
Brinkley + true love = game over. pic.twitter.com/sCp1wd0q
You might remember a few years ago I did something similar with West Side Story and pledged to live-tweet the classics and then promptly forgot about it. I’m resurrecting the idea! Now’s the time to unfollow! Tonight: An Ephron-Streep one-two punch with Heartburn and Silkwood. Next week (maybe, let’s not get carried away), I’m thinking All About Eve and Vertigo. AND THEN THE WORLD! Follow along with me @birdykins.