I just read the news that Nora Ephron passed away. So this one is by way of memoriam.
When Harry Met Sally is, for me, the yardstick that other romantic comedies will always be measured by. Precious few so far have managed to hold up well against that standard. It has two personable leads with amazing chemistry, wonderful dialogue and nary a weak moment throughout its running time.
The finest moment is, of course, the one at the restaurant. I think it is all the more effective because, until then, you never get any hint that she could even be capable of something like that. All Harry can do is watch and smile.
Rather than rave about it any further, let me simply put the link up here:
That closing line is so iconic, it is likely to feature in at least half the tributes to Nora Ephron in some form or shape.
RIP, Ms. Ephron.