WHMS @ 30

Every time I watch When Harry Met Sally for one hour and thirty-five minutes I escape to a world where love is possible. I’m not sure what it is I enjoy about this film more, the writing, acting, the director, the cinematography, the music, or maybe just the whole thing is greater than the sum of its parts. I’ve had my Helen, now to find my Sally, if it doesn’t ever happen for me, at least I’ll have Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal in NY in 1989 to live vicariously through when the loneliness gets too lonely or feeling down about myself because no one sees me is just too overwhelming. It’s my favorite movie and in my opinion the perfect film.