Though I stated in a previous post that I would be reviewing movies in general, I decided to hone in on a specific topic in order to better match the tone of Campus Clipper. Therefore, I’ll be focusing on movies centered on or dealing with the city of New York. Considering that almost every movie either takes place in New York from the beginning or has the characters go there during the climax—because lets face it, New York City is always the first target during an alien invasion, and love stories just don’t cut it unless they’re New York stories—the options are almost limitless. But I’m going to focus on movies that gave me the strongest sense of New York—the ones that you can watch and say that’s New York even before the first shot of Central Park or the Empire State Building. First up in the list is Rob Reiner’s well-loved romantic comedy, When Harry Met Sally.

Out of all the films that I could have chosen as my first, When Harry Met Sally stood out inexplicably from the rest. Screenwriter Nora Ephron’s and director Rob Reiner’s take one the age-old question of “can men and women really be friends” savors of New York from the moment Harry (Billy Crystal) and Sally (Meg Ryan) first part ways at the Washington Square Arch to when Crystal decides to run after her while standing under it. But its more than just the location. Sure, take out the shots of Central Park, Katz’s Deli, and the Metropolitan Museum, and you’re left with another romantic comedy about two young people who take ninety minutes to finally get around to liking each other—an epidemic that Hollywood’s carried to an untold number of cities.

The first time I saw the movie, I knew instantly that this must be how people live in New York. Not L.A. or Seattle or London. They go powerwalking in the park and eat hot dogs at street carts. They wonder about the emptiness of being single while surrounded by people at every avenue. The real draw of the movie, though, isn’t that Reiner has his characters work out these universal problems against the backdrop of New York. It’s that life in The City makes these questions all the more pertinent, especially for college-age individuals such as ourselves.

Harry and Sally are both well-off professionals with at least a handful of close friendships. Why, then, can’t they be satisfied with being just friends? Could it be boredom? At least the first 20 years of our lives are set off as a sort of constant challenge—a hoped-for transition from complete dependence to independence. There’s the various stages of compulsory education, then college, then career. And then what? Once you graduate college, most of your ties to your closest friends are severed, and you’re faced with the terrifying prospect of forming an entirely new circle in an unknown city. Sure, you can make some good friends in time. If you’re lucky, you might even like your job and decide to devote your life to singlehandedly transforming that little corner shop into a multinational money maker. But even so, you have to think, can’t help but realize at some point, that you have fifty years or so to kill until you die (add ten if you happen to live in Japan or Denmark). The thought of having to whittle away at all those hours, days, and years alone is truly terrifying.

Maybe that’s why no religion mandates celibacy (priests are married to God, I suppose). Because Jesus and Buddha and all the others knew that even scarier than the thought of some distant eternity of punishment is the idea of sixty years of sitting at home alone with late-night television, murder mysteries, and cats for company. “Celibacy?” they must have thought. “We’d lose the fan base in a second!”

I don’t know what this means for us as people about to embark on our own lives as functioning members of society. I’m not saying shave your head and find yourself a nice cave to begin your life as a hermit. Nor am I telling you to get out of their chair and go find yourself a wife or husband so you don’t end up a cat lady—or cat man, the lesser-known cousin of the same species. While I’m telling you what I’m not telling you, I should also say that I am still out on the question of whether men or women can be friends. I’m inclined to think the answer is no, but watch When Harry Met Sally, and then this video. And then you’ll agree with me.

 

 

For those of you who do believe in friendship between the sexes–bring a friend out to fete coffee for some stimulating conversation over pastries!

 

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