When Harry Met Sally
Billy Crystal, Mey Ryan, Carrie Fisher, Bruno Kirby
What was that flying out the window? That, Jim, was your street-cred. Films like this remind me why I prefer watching Nekromantik to this predictable, over-inflated, mindless pap for people who dislike having to confront anything. It's not badly acted: Ryan and Crystal struggle bravely, but are finally buried under a script so laden with inanities, cliches, and desperate attempts to avoid offending anyone, that it's the most vacuous viewing I've seen in a long time. As for the notorious "orgasm" scene, I'm sure I saw an electric flex running up her leg...