It’s been nearly a year since Nora Ephron and I sat down together. We met relatively late in life so I am still playing catch up with her writing. I’d seen the films, of course, mostly sweet romantic comedies for women of a certain age. I’ll be honest. They put me off. Not that I didn’t enjoy When Harry Met Sally or Sleepless in Seattle or You’ve Got Mail. It’s more that films like these became a shtick, at the hands of people like Nancy Meyers (It’s Complicated, Something’s Got to Give): cue the hilarious kitchen scene. The truth is, chick flicks are only good if they aren’t continually shouting ‘Isn’t this just madcap and adorable?! Well, ISN’T IT???’
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