I review movies, both old and new, in theaters, on dvd, vhs, laser disc and beta max. Some are awesome, some should only be used for situations involving doctor assisted suicide
I was watching the movie When In Rome, a movie about a girl who favors her career over everything until she finds loooooooove. It was sorta cute and kinda sappy and JUST LIKE ALMOST ALL ROMANTIC COMEDIES.
The dreamweavers in Hollywood, they can't come up with anything better than chocolate but they hope putting it in a colorful candy shell will be enough to land our butts in their theaters and our bucks in their wallets. This is true of all genres, but it tends to be very glaringly obvious with the romantic comedies. Boy meets girl, boy gets girl, boy and girl live happily ever after once they overcome a series of wacky events.
Here are a couple of rom coms that don't fall in line.
Chasing Amy: First things first, there is no one named Amy in this entire picture.
Comic book artist Holden (played by Ben Affleck) falls for fellow comic book artist Alyssa (Joey Lauren Adams) but, as it turns out, Alyssa is a lesbian. When Alyssa starts to develop feelings for Holden the movie takes an unexpected turn that forces us to ask what love really is: can it be defined by gender? Sexuality? Our past?
Even with the unique perspective, excellent directing, and witty writing of Kevin Smith, the movie still holds a bit to the Hollywood standard until the end when (SPOILERS) Holden and Alyssa break up. The ending is sad and touching, but mostly it shows that people can grow apart and still be okay.
Swingers: Mike (played by the director, Jon Favreau) has just been dumped and dumped hard. With the help of his womanizing friend Trent (the supreme Vince Vaughn) and his other warped and weird friends, Mike slowly gets over his hurt.
It's like watching a really good prequel to most crappy romantic comedies. We see Mike go through the pain of his break up, we see him pull himself up by hist boot straps and we see him meet someone new.
Swingers also talks about some of the more rarely discussed aspects of dating, like how long to wait before calling for the first time, how to deal with pain, and the benefits of NHL games on Sega Genesis.
When Harry Met Sally: When Harry (Billy Crystal) meets Sally (Meg Ryan), they hate each other. It takes about 12 years for them to finally get together, but during that time they become friends and grow closer and closer.
Out of the three, this movie is the most formulaic, but what is interesting about it is the sheer amount of time it takes for Harry and Sally to become lovers. It's one of the only movies where a romantic relationship grows out of a friendship that doesn't involve a high school girl dating a jock only to realize she loves her nerdy best friend.
I watch a lot movies, which you may have gathered this on your own. Some of them are notable, either because they are good or simply awful; recently, though, I have watched a lot of movies that are, for lack of a better term, completely... meh.
They aren't good or bad, they are just kind of there. They are like the old woman in the grocery store who slowly shuffles down the middle of the aisle, paying no attention to the canned goods on one side or the selection of salsa on the other side.
Rather than do full-fledged reviews of each, I'll just jot down some thoughts on each.
Old Dogs: All the jokes revolve around John Travolta and Robin Williams either being gay or old. It Could Happen To You: How did Rosie Perez ever get work? Seriously. Guarding Tess: Nicolas Cage shoots a man in the foot. Top Secret: I was once a big fan of spoof movies, but then I stopped being 13. The 'Burbs: Tom Hanks married Princess Leia? THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED IN MY FAN FIC. The Video Dead: I don't think I have ever yawned while watching a zombie movie before. The Lost Boys: The Tribe Good to see Corey Feldman getting work. Don't really get the Dark Knight voice he uses, but still. Saint Jon of Las Vegas: A Vegas movie that doesn't even really take place in Vegas. G-Force: The voice of the mole was Nicolas Cage. Astro Boy: A grieving father makes a robot of his dead son; for some reason the robot likes to wear wrestler shorts and red booties. The Substitute: The public school system hasn't improved since this was made.
Maybe you will watch these movies and find them to be a little less middle-of-the road.
The idea sounded so good: wannabe superhero Ed (played by Justin Whalin from Lois & Clark) is sentenced by The Judge (Michael Rooker, the bald guy from Mallrats and the biker in The Walking Dead) to become part of the Super Capers, a rag-tag group of superheroes in training.
I was hoping for something like The Watchmen meets "Seinfeld," but what I got was "Scooby Doo" meets 1960s "Batman." (Which, for the record, did happen and was awesome.) The movie is waaaay too corny and cartoony; as an example, I'd say well over half of the sound effects were blatantly lifted from old episodes of "Loony Toons."
Sam Lloyd, who played the sad sack lawyer Ted who lived with his mother on "Scrubs," now plays the sad sack superhero Brainard, who also lives with his mother. It's such a stretch, I know.
Ray McPartlin, who plays the confidence-oozing and somewhat looks-obsessed Devon on Chuck now plays the confidence-oozing and somewhat looks-obsessed Will Powers. Try to keep your mind from boggling.
Like a dyslexic kid doing algebra, Super Capers tries really hard, struggles, and fails. The writer/director Ray Griggs was obviously trying to emulate the humor from the Adam West era "Batman" show, but what most people don't realize is "Batman" was funny because it wasn't trying to be funny, it was like a puppy chasing its tail, it makes you laugh but the puppy was never trying to make you laugh.
The best part of this movie is when I recognized the beautiful Danielle Harris as the little girl from Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Meyers.
Peter Highman is trying to get from Texas to California in time for the birth of his first child, but bad luck, misfortune, and his own temper are thwarting him. When he and fellow passenger Ethan Tremblay (a hopeful actor looking to make it to Hollywood) get kicked off a plane, they decide to drive the distance. From there they get beat up by war veterans, have run-ins with the law, drink a dead man and crash a couple cars.
It's basically a rebooted version of Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
Most of the humor is supposed to come from Zach Galifianakis and his wacky character who just can't get the hang of being social, but it falls short. I am not familiar with Mr. Galifianakis as an actor; the only other movie I have seen him in was G-Force and it is hard to tell if someone has chops when they are doing banter with a talking CGI guinea pig. Whether it's his acting or the lackluster script work, his character just isn't that funny, although he gets a laugh here and there.
Robert Downey, Jr. plays the expecting father Peter Highman, and he is just as charming, funny, and angry as he is in every other movie he does.
It's a very slow start but the movie does have some funny parts eventually: the drainage ditch bit, the weird way Zach Galifianakis walks, the Mexico car chase.
Ultimately it is the kind of movie you don't mind watching once and then never seeing again.
Ever wonder what the Hardy Boys or the Scooby Doo gang would be like after they grew up?
The Mystery Team used to be a hotshot group of super young super-sleuths, solving cases like "who stuck their fingers in Mrs. Kimmel's pie?" Now they are older, but still acting like little kids and still solving little cases, until they get the chance to solve a murder.
The movie was written, directed, and starred the guys from Derrick Comedy -- undoubtedly you have seen their work, as most of it has gone viral. Here is an example of their work that you may have seen.
The movie is hilarious, but what is really impressive is how many career hats everyone wore. Dominic Dierkes (who writes for "The Onion") plays Charlie; D.C. Peirson plays Duncan, co-wrote, and was the art director; and Donald Glover (who you will probably recognize from his work on the hit show Community)not only plays Jason, but composed the music and co-wrote, too.
The rest of the cast is basically comprised of your favorite bit players from your favorite sitcoms.
The only thing that works against the movie is that the bulk of it is carried by Donald Glover -- it's not that he can't carry the load, it's just that it seemed kind of unfair.
It was a good watch, especially seeing as how it was a first time effort on everyone's behalf.
Nightmares in Red, White and Blue is a documentary about American horror and its many transformations over the years.
Some of the biggest wigs in Hollywood horror, like John Carpenter (Halloween, Escape From New York)Roger Corman (The Fall of the House of Usher, Death Race 2000, Little Shop of Horrors) and George A. Romero (Night Of The Living Dead, Dawn of the Dead, Day of the Dead, Land of the Dead, Diary of the Dead, Survival of the Dead), discuss horror movies from the silent movies like Phantom of the Opera to today's torture pornos like Hostel and Saw.
It was incredibly interesting to see these masters of terror talk about how the Wolfman was different from the other monsters, the use of humor, Stephen King as a darker Norman Rockwell and the atom bomb movies of the '50s. My only gripe is that they didn't talk about modern horror and its pension for almost sexualized gore enough.
It was an entrancing documentary and I encourage anyone with a love of horror to watch it.
Back in 2007 when Eddie Murphy didn't win an Oscar for his performance in Dreamgirls, he stood up and walked out of the ceremonies in a huff and I said to myself, "What an asshole." Later, when he knocked up Scary Spice and refused to take responsibility, I swore him and his movies off completely, except for the odd (and usually bad) Shrek movie.
I lifted my Murphy ban recently because sometimes, you just want to see a train wreck, and boy howdy does his career have a lot of train wrecks.
I can see how someone thought this was a good idea in 1995. Wes Craven was doing well in horror and Eddie was pre-Pluto Nash and hadn't even thought of wearing a fat suit yet.
The idea is decent: Max (that would be Eddie's vampire name) is an old school vamp trying to track down the last of his kind in the new school city of Brooklyn so that his race can continue.
This is where the movie is flawed. It seems that no one knew much about Vampires when making this. For example, if a vampire wants his kind to live on, he doesn't need to track down some distant member of the blood line, a vampire can just BITE A MOTHERFUCKER!
Also, vampires can't make fire sprout from their hands (a bad idea, as fire is one of the few ways to kill a vamp), make dogs go flying through the air (wtf?), sparkle in the sunlight (not an issue in this movie, but still), or turn into a wolf. You know who can turn into a wolf? FUCKING WEREWOLVES, that is who.
The movie follows Max the entire time, which was a bad move because Max is the bad guy, the girl he is hunting is the one we are supposed to be endeared to. (Spoiler Alert) It makes the ending where Max is killed and turned into so much ash incredibly lame.
The redeeming factor in this movie is Kadeem Hardison, who plays the comedic Renfield to Eddie's Blackula. He runs around Brooklyn doing his masters bidding, the whole time slowly falling apart, literally -- for more than half the movie he has to use a mannequin hand because his fell off while he was rubbing down his boss's limo. He provided most of the real humor while Eddie said corny things like "Don't worry, do I look like I bite?"
Jonah Hex is like someone took Wild Wild West and sucked out all the fun and giant robot spiders.
Jonah's family gets killed by Quinton Turnbull and Jonah gets disfigured and left for dead in the process. He's saved by some Indians who bring him back from the dead and he picks up a couple powers while his soul returns to the land of the living. With the power to bring the dead back to life with a touch, he now roams the land as a bounty hunter and waits for his chance at revenge. He gets his chance when Turnbull starts robbing military outposts and assembling a giant weapon he plans to use to blow up Washington D.C., and it's up to Jonah to stop him.
I rented this movie thinking, "Cowboys, gunfights, Megan Fox, explosions -- what's not to like?" Turns out a lot.
It was like there just wasn't enough meat to the story, not enough detail to make me care. It felt weighed down by useless cell animated sequences and weird, pointless dream scenes.
Josh Brolin (Grindhouse, No Country For Old Men, W.) is Jonah Hex and his performance is dry and tasteless. Megan Fox (Transformers, Jennifer's Body) plays Lilah the whore, who is supposed to be a love interest, but she doesn't do much and isn't even satisfying eye candy. John Malkovich (Red, Being John Malkovich) isn't insane enough to be amusing as Turnbull and Will Arnett is woefully underused as Lieutenant Grass.
The CIA decide to off a couple of retired agents because they "know too much." The thing is, Frank Moses just doesn't feel like dying, so he proceeds to kick everyone's ass 'til he and his former co-workers can figure out what is going on and who wants them dead.
Bruce Willis (Die Hard, Die Hard 2, The Kid) is Frank Moses, and he does his normal brand of semi-quiet, witty face-punching like he has done in every action movie he has made, and it is still entertaining.
Mary-Louise Parker (Weeds) plays Sara, Frank's only friend, and is completely unaware of his past as a government gunslinger until people start trying to kill her. Mary plays the part well with humor and big, beautiful glassy eyes.
John Malkovich plays the insane Marvin Boggs. When has Malkovich ever not done a great job at being insane?
Morgan Freeman (Shawshank Redemption, Bruce Almighty) plays Joe, but his part felt a little undercooked, like a turkey that hasn't been in the oven long enough.
Helen Mirren (National Treasure 2, The Queen) plays Victoria and shoots an Uzi. That right there is worth the ticket price.
Rounding out the cast is Karl Urban as William Cooper, the CIA spook in charge of taking these old people to their graves. Maybe I am still nerd-ing out over his performance as McCoy in Star Trek but Karl Urban is freaking awesome.
This is also one of the few action movies, packed with explosions and gun fire, at which I saw people over the age of 60 attending and having just as good a time as me.
The script is hilarious, the action scenes are tight, and the soundtrack boosts the movie to another level.
Now that all the boys have put away their fake blood and plastic fangs and the girls have put away their slutty cat costumes, now that Halloween has officially been laid to rest until it rises once again next year, now it is finally time to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas.
The Nightmare Before Christmas, in addition to being a fantastic movie, has the rare distinction of being the only Christmas movie that is acceptable to watch before Thanksgiving. You can watch Jack and his ghoulish gang any time after October 31st. (Probably a couple days before that if need be.)
One thing I found incredibly interesting was that absolutely none of the voice cast is what would be considered A-list. The person who ranks highest on the fame-o-meter is Paul Ruebens (better known as Pee Wee Herman) and his part is pretty limited. Still, the cast does a great job making werewolves sound like werewolves and faceless clowns sound like faceless clowns.
Danny Elfman brings his typical brand of frantic circus music, which is always wonderful, but in this setting it really pops and thrives.
The music is catchy, the animation is stellar; if anything, the only thing this movie has going against is that I will always remember it as the movie that continues to trick me. Every time Tim Burton releases a new movie, I think "I am so excited, after all, he was responsible for Nightmare Before Christmas," and sometimes he delivers again, gives us a Beetlejuice, Batman Returns or Edward Scissorhands, but sometimes he shovels a steaming pile of crap in our face like Corpse Bride, Planet of The Apes or Sweeney Todd. Yet still, any time Tim Burton comes out with anything, I will become all a-twitter and remember how wonderful The Nightmare Before Christmas was.
There have been many times in my life when I wished I could hop on the nearest luck dragon and chase my fears into a dumpster while I pump my fist in the air and yell "Yeah! Yeah!"
It's hard to review a movie with such nostalgic weight to it, so, to be perfectly honest, I am not going to review this movie, but rather talk about it.
This movie had a profound effect on me as a child. I know what you are thinking, you are thinking this movie rekindled a deep love of books, but no, it didn't, I have never been much of a reader, dyslexia saw to that. (By the way, do you know how much of a pain it is to spell the word "dyslexia" when you have dyslexia?) No, it didn't send my flying into the arms of a leather bound book or even a paperback. It did, however, make me love bookstores. Not just any bookstore will do though, no. Barnes & Nobles are too sterile, too clean. A bookstore, a proper bookstore, should be a bit messy, it should have books piled up, books overflowing from the shelves and display cases. It should smell like leather, paper and just a hint of mold, and be run by a very old and wise man.
The NeverEnding Story was the first time I ever saw a bookstore like that. It promised safety and adventure.
Sometimes I will walk into a bookstore, with no intention of buying a book, just to look around and smell the place... and maybe look for a fantastic book that has the power to draw its reader in.
The new Star Trek movie is as if the old Star Trek shot up a combination of smack and Mountain Dew straight into its arm and started frantically and expertly humping a beautiful and nerdy tattooed girl in the backseat of a hot rod with the blaring of AC/DC on the radio providing the only background accompaniment to her passionate moans of ecstasy.
IT'S. BAD. ASS.
Within the first 15 or so minutes of the movie, a 12-year-old James T. Kirk steals a vintage 1960s Corvette and starts blasting -- and I am not kidding here -- "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys. At the last moment he leaps from the speeding convertible just before it goes skidding off a cliff. BAD ASS!
The movie keeps that tone through out while still being nerdy.
The cast is amazing. Admittedly, it was a little hard for me to accept them. I kept expecting Spock to cut open Capt. Kirk's brain in order to steal his powers, Scotty to fight off a horde of zombies (most likely comprised of Red Shirts), and Sulu to hijack the whole operation in an attempt to find the nearest White Castle. These expectations were obliterated pretty quickly, although when Kirk's mother was being wheeled to a shuttle in the midst of giving birth to him, I was disappointed when no one got it when I yelled "Where's House?" Other than that, though, the cast managed to separate themselves from their past roles like a lizard can separate itself from its tail.
Zachary Quinto was the ideal pick to play Spock: having played a serial killer in Heroes, he has become quite adept at pulling off the whole I-am-completely-divorced-from-emotion-except-for-the-odd-outburst-of-rage thing. Also, he pulls off the bowl haircut better than anyone I have seen since Leonard Nimoy.
Chris Pine is just as brash and bold as you would hope a young Jim Kirk would be. In the bar fight he gets in (yes, there is a bar fight), he doesn't give a shit that he is getting the crap beat out of him because he "doesn't believe in no-win situations." It takes a hell of an actor to pull off that level of arrogance and make it believable.
I have to say, I am not often attracted to black girls (not a racist, they just don't get my blood working) but I would gladly make an exception for Zoe Saldana, who played Uhura, I am sure the things I want to do to her would not be approved of by the Federation.
(Not often attracted to green girls either, that also changed) I don't think it was much of a stretch for Simon Pegg to play Scotty seeing as how Scotty was the punchline for most of Star Trek. That being said, he did a great job of being Scottish.
John Cho, better known as Harold from all those movies where he and Kumar go places, was a little bit hardcore, but I guess anyone who has sword fight after parachuting onto a space drill and doesn't die like some crazy Red Shirt would be hardcore.
Leonard Nimoy was awesome as old Spock. I heard tell that William Shatner was hella pissed that he was never asked to make a cameo as the aging Capt. Kirk but, as much as I love Mr. Shatner, he did not age as gracefully as Mr. Nimoy and having him in the movie would have spread a kind of cheesiness over the whole thing that would have upset the balance of the film. Leonard Nimoy could never be as cheesy as his friend, though: he always had an air of dignity and grace about him even when he was doing guest spots on Futurama, and he brings all that into his role (not just a cameo, a critical fucking role).
But the best actor of all was Karl Urban in the role of surly doctor Bones. The other actors get about 99.9% of their role right, the things they miss are difficult things to get right when someone has already played your part 40 years beforehand -- speech patterns and intonation, things like that. I will be damned though if Karl Urban doesn't hit the nail on the fucking head, he sounds and acts just like the original Dr. McCoy right down to the way he pauses or curses.
The plot is a stroke of brilliance. The story line manages to retcon the entire Star Trek world while still keeping the original cannon intact. I mean, I really can't go on about it without completely destroying you with spoilers, but let's just say the Star Trek you once loved still gets to exist while a new one gets to have some fun.
This movie was like sex, and I am not just saying that because I wanted a cigarette afterward. It is not the action packed fuck-fest you had after half a bottle of Jameson with a hot stranger in college, this was more like coming home on a hot summer night from a long day at work and being greeted by your girlfriend of a few years: you fall into each other, you moan, you laugh, there are moments that are steamy and passionate, moments that are loving and moments where you frantically and expertly hump her. In the end you lay next to each other completely satisfied. So either Star Trek was that good or I need to get laid... probably both are true.
The 1950s Cuban missile crisis has got everyone in Key West all hot and bothered -- everyone except for horror movie mogul Lawrence Woolsey, who has just rolled into town to promote and premier his new motion picture, Mant.
The showman is quickly befriended by Gene, who helps Lawrence out when he isn't in school, watching horror movies, or taking care of his little brother. Gene's dad has been called off with the rest of the military to help stop the Russians from giving weapons to the Cubans and everyone in town is going batshit, stocking up on supplies and timing their bunker doors to make sure they will shut before the nuclear blast can obliterate them.
The plot isn't stellar, I'll admit, but the movie has a lot of heart. It shows a period of time when going to a movie was a real treat, a time when gimmicks were a little more creative than slapping on a shiny coat of 3D. This movie gave a voice to an idea I have had for many years: people don't go to a movie to see a movie, they go to believe in magic again.
John Goodman (Monsters, Inc., Big Lewboski, Speed Racer) plays Lawrence with a lot of unexpected warmth and kindness. On the opposite side, Cathy Moriarty (But I'm A Cheerleader, Casper) plays leading lady and Lawrence girlfriend Ruth Corday with an icy coldness that, while amusing, seems a little out of place. Last but not the least of the adult cast is Robert Picardo (better known as the holographic doctor on Star Trek: Voyager) as Howard, the neurotic theater owner who is convinced the bomb is gonna drop any second.
The cast of kids is okay; they play their parts well, but none of them stand out above the crowed with two slight exceptions. Omri Katz played Stan, buddy to Gene, who later went on to play the lead in the TV show Eerie Indiana as well as Max in Hocus Pocus. He may not be the greatest in this movie, but the sheer amount of '90s nostalgia he brings with him makes up for it. The other kid I kept noticing was the actress Kellie Martin, who played Stan's love interest, Sherry. Something about her kept ringing a bell in my head until I looked her up on IMDb.com
The girl from this image... ...may be better recognized as the girl from this image: That's right, Kellie Martin is motherfucking Roxanne from A Goofy Movie. How fantastic is that?
All in all I had a good time watching Matinee. It isn't the greatest movie ever made, but it is very charming.
I give it 5 stars for movie lovers, 3.5 stars for the general public.
After watching the awful horridness of Ballistic: Ecks Vs Sever, I needed to cleanse my palate with something decent, something good, something with "redemption" in the title so I could make the obligatory joke about Ecks Vs Sever almost destroying my faith in cinema.
I had seen bits and pieces of Shawshank on TV, enough to pique my interest but not enough to hold it when in competition with the expansive wilderness of cable TV. I vowed that some day I would watch this movie in its entirety, and today I did.
The story is about Andy Dufresne (Tim Robbins Mystic River, High Fidelity) a young banker who's wife and lover get shot. The murder is pinned on Andy and he, a refined and educated man, gets thrown into Shawshank prison. There, he befriends Red (Morgan FreemanDark Knight, Seven) and a couple other guys, and together they try to make life tolerable and not get raped.
The movie is based on a story by Stephen King, which surprised me, because unless the story is about a haunted hospital or a demonic car one doesn't think it would be written by Stephen King.
The director, Frank Darabont (Green Mile, The Mist, Walking Dead) did a fantastic job. He managed to make the most enclosed and claustrophobic places feel big and open. I don't know how he did it, but the entire movie felt humble.
Everyone in the cast plays their parts wonderfully, none more so than Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman. Robbins plays the part with reserve and a quiet charm and Freeman has a voice that is like fine chocolate milk for your ear.
It's a strangely simple movie, quiet and peaceful.
The other day I went off on a rant about having to defend my reasoning for liking bad movies. I thought I would elaborate by showing that I know the difference between a good bad movie and a bad bad movie, so I watched a movie that has been widely regard as the worst film of our generation, Ballistic: Ecks Vs. Sever.
This is a bad bad movie. For example, everything said in the trailer is wrong. They are not sworn enemies, for a big chunk of the movie they don't even know about each other, and the whole "micro device" thing is a pretty small plot point. Also, every second that could be considered remotely interesting is in that trailer. In that 2 minutes and 28 seconds you saw pretty much every car accident and explosion.
The character development is weaker than an old man's piss stream. Not enough time is spent on anyone's back story for us to give a shit about what they are doing in the present. It's like "Oh, she is doing this because she once had a kid? I must have sneezed and missed the 2-second flash back of her holding a baby."
The director, Wych Kaosayananda, seemed to take all his directing cues from mid-90s TV action shows. It was as if he had taken all the aerial shots from Baywatch, removed all the bikini babes, the color, the sun and the fun, leaving us with dull gray shots of down town Vancouver, B.C.
The actions sequences felt very stilted and choreographed. It was like someone had taken highly skilled fighters and made them fight while encased by lime jello.
Antonio Banderas and Lucy Liu play the leads, but there is only so much an actor can do with an awful script and an inexperienced director. It's hard to tell if their acting contributed to a lousy production or if a lousy production affected their acting, either way you get no sense of emotion from either of them or any other actor for that matter. Ballistic: Ecks Vs. Sever is a bad bad movie. If one or two people had put in a lot less effort it could have been a good bad movie (e.g., one liners so corny they make you laugh, fight scenes you can mock because you can see they aren't hitting each other, etc., etc.) and if one or two people had put in an insane amount of effort it could have been a slightly okay movie.
Chasing Amy: First things first, there is no one named Amy in this entire picture. 
Swingers: Mike (played by the director, Jon Favreau) has just been dumped and dumped hard. With the help of his womanizing friend Trent (the supreme Vince Vaughn) and his other warped and weird friends, Mike slowly gets over his hurt.
When Harry Met Sally: When Harry (Billy Crystal) meets Sally (Meg Ryan), they hate each other. It takes about 12 years for them to finally get together, but during that time they become friends and grow closer and closer.
