I recently saw the Diane Keaton directed, Nora Ephron written Hanging Up (2000), starring Meg Ryan. I had seen the film several times in the last 10 years or so and always loved it, until recently. I mean, Meg Ryan was my idol in my growing up years. I was in love with her. And suddenly, I found her very silly. How did my perceptions change? I cannot really fathom.
The first Meg Ryan film I saw was Addicted to Love (1997), in the same year, at the Rahul theatre in Pune, when it had a 70 mm screen. I loved the film. I loved Matthew Broderick, and I loved Meg Ryan. Since then I have sought out each of Meg Ryan films, well, most of them — Sleepless in Seattle (1993), When Harry Met Shally (1989), City of Angels (1998), Courage Under Fire (1996, I still like the film, that’s because of Danzel Washington), French Kiss (1995), Prelude to a Kiss (1994), You’ve Got Mail (1998), Kate and Leopold (2001) and the atrocious, My Mom’s New Boyfriend (2008).
I remember travelling across the city to a seedy theatre to see City of Angels because it was the only theatre that played the film. Such was the level of my dedication. And now, I couldn’t care less about her. Seriously. How did it happen?
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