Imdb synopsis: Harry and Sally have known each other for years, and are very good friends, but they fear sex would ruin the friendship. So maybe I'm a little behind the times, but you can't blame a girl who's only contact with the 80's is the four months she actually spent IN it and the two parents who grew up in the them. Plus, I think it might be a greater crime to have not seen Casablanca (vigorously referenced in Harry), but we'll get to that. This movie was phenomenal: layered, heart-warming, quirky in all the right ways. The hair (THE HAIR), the one-liners, the romantic shots of New York City. I loved the fact that Billy Crystal wasn't some hunk they picked out to play opposite Meg Ryan. He was flawed and funny and expressive without being obnoxious or blatantly full of testosterone (Hi, Channing Tatum). I haven't seen a movie this witty in a long time. It seems that cinema, nowadays, is pendulum-like in the way that it either strangles you with it's shock value or is so obscure and self-reflective that the viewer comes away feeling very self-important as they must have witnessed something profound if they couldn't understand it. Harry and Sally aren't your typical romantic couple. They don't pine for each other for years, with-holding themselves for some misguided reason. They aren't thinly veiled enemies, either, secretly holding onto the hopes they'll get together while simultaneously finding ways to make each other miserable. They have a friendship. And while most of the plot focuses on the impractacality of this, it's such a reluctant and slow-burning love that you wonder if it's really there at all. P.S. The more I watch Meg Ryan, the more I develop the BIGGEST reverse-time crush on her. She just has the cutest smile. P.P.S. Old couples get me. The Notebook leaves me a mess, but When Harry Met Sally gave me warm fuzzies.