The Nora Ephron Rankings
There are lots of classic movies that Ashley hasn’t seen yet. Mostly because, “I was born in 1984, Peter.”
What kind of person was born in 1984?? Sheeeesh.
So sometimes I Google “classic comedies” or some such dealie to come up with ideas for our movie nights. And there are many blog posts or articles offering ranked lists. Though the accuracy of these lists…
For example on a supposed “best comedies of all time,” some person ranked Caddyshack BEHIND Bridesmaids. Behind. For real. That’s like ranking a fine wine behind a Snapple bottle full of pee.
The other night, I Googled “best romantic comedies of all time” and found a blog post with a ranked list of 100. I scrolled. I nodded. I shook my head. I scratched my elbow, though that was largely unrelated. And then I realized something about this list:
It had You’ve Got Mail in the 80s, Sleepless in Seattle in the 60s and When Harry Met Sally at #2.
What kind of bizarro-assed list is that?
I don’t even know where to start with this.
Though maybe I should start with a disclaimer: I’ve seen You’ve Got Mail 7 or 8 times. I’ve seen Sleepless in Seattle 4 or 5 times. And I’ve seen When Harry Met Sally 1.5-2 times.
That being said, I think anyone who has seen these films can agree:
You’ve Got Mail > Sleepless in Seattle > When Harry Met Sally
Despite the dated AOL log-in in You’ve Got Mail, I think the movie holds up well. Mainly because it has a magical quality. It reminds me of old time romantic comedies. It’s not vulgar. I don’t think anyone even swears in it. It’s lovely. And it has one of the best endings ever.
Sleepless in Seattle has some romantic magic to it, but I don’t think it is done quite as well. Who would fly across the country to meet someone based on a voice on the radio? Kinda forward, no? That is why it didn’t work out between me Ryan Seacrest.
As for the other one. I just didn’t buy Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan as a couple. I bought even less the idea of Billy Crystal as some kind of ladies man.
I don’t want to think about Billy Crystal having s-e-x. Or Meg Ryan having sex. Or Tom Hanks having sex. (I assume the charming Colin Hanks is a result of a test tube situation or toilet seat accident.)
Any combination of the above is icky to me. It’s like thinking about your parents having sex. With a goat.
At no point during You’ve Got Mail did I think about them ever getting their respective or collective swerves on. Thankfully.
Same for Sleepless in Seattle. Though we can all agree that Hanks’ fro would have been helpful as a cushion against a wooden headboard.
I will admit that the “I’ll have what she’s having” line was well-crafted. And the “Can men and women be friends?” debate is mildly interesting. (I vote yes, because masturbatorial fantasies are completely acceptable, right?) But the rest of the movie just didn’t land for me.
I could go into muuuuch more detail about this, but, you know, I’ve already spent a half an hour of a Monday morning typing about Nora Ephron movies… I’ll keep it for replies to comments. I did an exhaustive survey to see how others felt about these Ephron rankings. (“Hey, Ashley. Agree with this?”) But I am curious as to how you wonderful folks would rank the movies.