I could watch “You’ve Got Mail” nearly every day. Ask Alisa – I have no idea how many times she came home to find me watchign her DVD back when we were roommates.
I’ve watched this movie enough that I find myself reciting lines along with Meg and Tom, and thinking of it whenever I hear Joni Mitchell sing the line “I wish I had a river I could skate away on.”
“I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.”
The problem with “You’ve Got Mail” is that after watching it, I always want to go online and find me a man. (“Don’t you just love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.” Makes me melt every time. The only problem is that a woman wrote those words. And well, I guess that’s not the only problem. There’s that whole “it’s a movie” thing, too.)
What I didn’t really think of until this viewing, after roughly eight years of watching, is that it’s not just random Internet guy that this movie makes me want to fall in love with. It’s random Internet guy who I happen to fall for “in real life” also. Which of course circles back to the ultimate movie-romance problem: “When Harry Met Sally.”
It’s all about ending up with your best friend. Every time I watch that movie, I want 11 years. I want dates with other people and break ups and getting to know you all over again and platonic phone calls and time spent together until one day it all clicks. “When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” I’m not quite to 11 years with anyone but neither am I holding my breath.
It’s all Nora Ephron’s fault.