The Story (continued)
A sixth elderly Asian couple provide the next
camera interview:
Man: A man came to me and said, 'I found nice girl
for you. She lives in the next village, and she is ready for marriage.'
We were not supposed to meet until the wedding. But I wanted to
make sure, so I sneak into her village, hid behind a tree, watch
her washing the clothes. I think, if I don't like the way she looks,
I don't marry her. But she look really nice to me. So I said OK
to the man, we get married. We are married for fifty-five years.
FOUR MONTHS LATER
In The Sharper Image store, Sally and Harry are 'hunting'
for Christmas gifts for Jess and Marie. Harry is sold on a basketball
hoop on a stand, a battery-operated pith helmet with fan, and a one-person
singing machine with cassettes for Oklahoma! (they vocalize
together on "Surrey With the Fringe on Top"). Harry is
startled to see his former wife Helen (Harley Kozak) approach toward
them with her new, slightly balding boyfriend Ira Stone (Kevin Rooney).
After a few excruciating pleasantries, the couple stroll away hand-in-hand
and Harry is dumbfounded and awe-struck by the encounter:
Harry: She looked weird, didn't she? She looked really
weird. She looked very weird.
Sally: I've never seen her before.
Harry: Trust me, she looked weird. Her legs looked heavy. Really,
she must be retaining water.
Sally: Harry.
Harry: Believe me, the woman saved everything.
At a plant shop, Harry broods and stares blankly into
thin air after bumping into Helen:
Sally: You sure you're OK?
Harry: Oh, I'm fine. Look, it had to happen at some point. In a city
of eight million people, you're bound to run into your ex-wife.
So boom, it happened. And now I'm fine.
In their shared West Side apartment where they have
settled in, Marie and Jess are discussing furniture preferences.
She objects to certain decorative items which lack "good taste" -
a wagon-wheel coffee table with a glass top and bar stools. Harry
shares his own dismal learning experiences from a six-year marriage
with Helen:
...I want our friends to benefit from the wisdom
of my experience. Right now everything is great. Everyone is happy.
Everyone is in love. And that's wonderful. But you gotta know that
sooner or later you're gonna be screaming at each other about who's
gonna get this dish. (He picks up a blue dinner plate) This eight-dollar
dish will cost you a thousand dollars in phone calls to the legal
firm of 'That's mine, this is yours.'...Please. Jess, Marie, do
me a favor. For your own good. Put your name in your books right
now. Before they get mixed up and you don't know whose is whose.
Because someday, believe it or not, you'll go fifteen rounds over
who's gonna get this coffee table - this stupid wagon-wheel, Roy
Rogers, garage-sale coffee table.
Harry is plagued by a compulsion to express every feeling
that he has - every moment that he has them. According to Harry,
Sally - cruelly dubbed
"Miss Hospital Corners" - is delivering "a lecture series
on social graces."
Harry is exasperated that nothing seems to bother Sally - unlike him,
she doesn't appear to have feelings of loss or upset for her failed
relationship with Joe:
Harry: If you're so over Joe, why aren't you seeing
anyone?
Sally: I see people.
Harry: See people? Have you slept with one person since you broke
up with Joe?
Sally: What the hell does that have to do with anything? That will
prove I'm over Joe because I f--k somebody? Harry, you're gonna have
to move back to New Jersey because you've slept with everybody in
New York, and I don't see that turning Helen into a faint memory
for you. Besides, I will make love to somebody when it is making
love, not the way you do it, like you're out for revenge or something.
Harry apologizes for his brash insults and they hug
each other to make up.
At a social party at Jess and Marie's apartment, both
Harry and Sally have dates. Harry winces when Julian (Franc Luz)
kisses Sally, and Sally notices but tries to ignore Harry kissing
a much-younger, naive Emily (Tracy Reiner). That night as Harry resists,
but then superstitiously reads the last page of Robert Ludlum's The
Icarus Agenda, Sally telephones, distressed after learning that
her former lover is planning to get married. Harry arrives at Sally's
apartment to comfort her. Dressed in a bathrobe, she is a sobbing,
hysterical mess of emotions over the "news" of the loss
of Joe, and she blames her own controlling rigidity for losing him:
She works in his office. She's a paralegal. Her name
is Kimberly. He just met her. She's supposed to be his transitional
person, she's not supposed to be the one. All this time, I've been
saying that he didn't want to get married. But the truth is he
didn't want to marry me. He didn't love me...I'm
difficult...I'm too structured. I'm completely closed off...I drove
him away.
During her rag-doll cry-fest, Harry soothes Sally's
hurt when she begins to irrationally lament her age:
Sally: And I'm gonna be forty.
Harry: When?
Sally: Someday.
Harry: In eight years.
Sally: But it's there, it's just sitting there like this big dead
end. And it's not the same for men. Charlie Chaplin had babies when
he was seventy-three.
Harry: Yeah, but he was too old to pick 'em up.
Harry gives her a hug to assure her that she will be
fine. When he suggests leaving to make some tea, she asks to be held
a little longer, and then she approaches for a kiss - her hunger
for more affection leads to their sleeping together. After winding
up in bed and making love with Sally (who sports a big grin on her
face in the next scene), Harry can only stare straight ahead - stunned
by the surprising but horrifying experience. While she is in the
kitchen getting water to drink, he is reminded of her fastidious
nature when he rifles through her index card box with all her videotapes
alphabetized.
The next morning when Sally awakens, Harry is getting
dressed and wants to leave: "I gotta go home, I gotta change
my clothes, and then I have to go to work and so do you, but after
work, I'd like to take you out to dinner if you're free." After
Harry departs, both Marie and Jess receive separate phone calls from
Harry (at a pay phone) and Sally (in bed). In a tripartite shot of
all of them on-screen, Marie and Jess listen to simultaneous renditions
of the previous night's love-making. They are relieved and overjoyed
that
"they did it."
Marie (to Sally): That's great Sally.
Jess (to Harry): We've been praying for it.
Marie: You should have done it in the first place.
Jess: For months, we've been saying, you should do it.
Marie: You guys belong together.
Jess: It's like killing two birds with one stone.
Marie: It's like two wrongs make a right.
Both Harry and Sally describe their second thoughts
about moving from a platonic relationship to a sexual one in an overlapping
dialogue - the sex
"was good" but then Harry "felt suffocated" and "had
to get out of there."
Sally felt abandoned: "He just disappeared...I'm so embarrassed."
As Sally puts on her makeup in front of her bathroom
mirror - and as Harry showers in his bathroom, they express similar
reactions (in voice-over):
Sally: I'll just say we made a mistake ... I just
hope I get to say it first.
Harry: Sally, it was a mistake ... I hope she says it before I do.
That night at dinner, both agree: "We just never
should've done it." Mutually relieved, they both silently eat
(and noisily chew) mixed green salads. Later, Harry confides to Jess,
as they are power-walking in the park, about how his friendly familiarity
with Sally made their sex an after-thought:
It's just like, most of the time you go to bed with
someone and then she tells you all her stories, you tell her your
stories, but with Sally and me we'd already heard each other's
stories, so once we went to bed, we didn't know what we were supposed
to do, you know?...I don't know, maybe you get to a certain point
in a relationship where it's just too late to have sex, you know?
As Marie is fitted for her wedding dress in a department
store, Sally asks her about Harry's recent dating partner who is
described as:
Thin. Pretty. Big tits. Your basic nightmare.
At the wedding reception following the marriage of
Marie and Jess (with Harry as best man and Sally as maid of honor),
three weeks after their sexual night together, Sally is uncomfortable
and wants to forget being involved with Harry:
Harry: Why can't we get past this? I mean, are we
gonna carry this thing around forever?
Sally: Forever? It just happened.
Harry: It happened three weeks ago. You know how a year to a person
is like seven years to a dog?
Sally: Yes...Is one of us supposed to be a dog in this scenario?
Harry: Yes.
Sally: Who is the dog?
Harry: You are.
Sally: I am? I am the dog?
Harry: Um-hmm.
Sally: I am the dog. I-I don't see that Harry. If anybody is the
dog, you are the dog. You want to act like what happened didn't mean
anything.
Harry: I'm not saying it didn't mean anything. I am saying why does
it have to mean everything?
Sally: Because it does, and you should know that better than anybody
because the minute that it happens, you walk right out the door.
Sally won't countenance one-night stands with an uncommitted
man, sensing that she was treated like all his other women when he
walked "right out the door" - "sprinted is more like
it." Foolishly defending himself to make things perfectly straight,
Harry asserts: "I did not go over there that night to make love
to you. That is not why I went there. But you looked up at me with
these big, weepy eyes. 'Don't go home tonight, Harry. Hold me a little
longer, Harry.' What was I supposed to do?" Interpreting his
love as pity, she slaps him across the face to dissolve their friendship:
Sally: What are you saying? You took pity on me?
Harry: No, I was...
Sally: F--k you!! (She slaps him hard across the face)
As they barge back into the wedding reception, they
interrupt the toasts being made to them by Jess:
If Marie or I had found either of them remotely attractive,
we would not be here today.
After buying a tree in a Christmas tree lot during
the next year's holiday season, Sally struggles by herself to bring
it back to her apartment. Harry leaves a message on Sally's answering
machine, reminding her of - "the season of charity and forgiveness...it's
also the season of groveling." Sally repeatedly refuses to pick
up the phone to talk to Harry - not wanting to be reunited with her
former friend. When they finally do talk briefly, Harry proposes
going to the Tyler's party for New Years, but Sally wants nothing
more to do with him:
Harry:...'Cause I don't have a date, and if you don't
have a date, we always said that if neither one of us had a date...
we could be together for New Year's...
Sally: I can't do this anymore. I am not your consolation prize.
Goodbye.
NEW YEAR'S EVE
A forlorn Harry watches television's sixteenth annual
New Year's Rockin' Eve, hosted by Dick Clark, while eating Mallomars
("the greatest cookie of all time"). Across town at a lavish
New Year's Eve party in a hotel, Sally has been reluctantly dragged
by Marie to the festivities and is unhappily dancing with a tall
man. Rationalizing that it is "the perfect time to catch up
on my window shopping," Harry walks the streets of New York
- all to himself.
He finds himself under the Washington Square Arch
where Sally dropped him off after their car ride - twelve years earlier.
In a voice-over flashback during a montage of images, he imagines
their earlier conversation about how
"the sex part always gets in the way" of a friendship between
men and women.
Harry: You realize, of course, that we could never
be friends.
Sally: Why not?
Harry: What I'm saying is that men and women can't be friends, because
the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally: That's not true.
Harry: No man can be friends with a woman he finds attractive. He
always wants to have sex with her.
Sally: What if they don't want to have sex with you?
Harry: Doesn't matter..because the sex thing is already out there,
so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the
story.
Sally: Well, I guess we're not gonna be friends, then.
Harry: Guess not.
Sally: That's too bad. You were the only person that I knew in New
York.
With Sinatra's "It Had To Be You" on the
soundtrack, Harry's pace quickens as he begins to make a race through
Manhattan toward the formal party. [Note: The long shot of Harry
running closely resembles Isaac Davis' (Woody Allen) run to Tracy's
(Mariel Hemingway) apartment at the climax of Manhattan
(1979). Both
include a deadline -- Harry is trying to beat the toll of midnight
on New Year's Eve, and Isaac is trying to catch Tracy before she
leaves for London (though he does not know at the time
that she is leaving.)]
Painfully lonely after ditching her date, Sally has
decided to leave before midnight: "The thought of not kissing
somebody is just..." Harry rushes in - sweaty and dressed in
jeans - looking for Sally. When he finds her, he professes his undying
love for her, as the countdown to the New Year and the playing of
Auld Lang Syne occur in the background:
Harry: I love you.
Sally: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry: How about you love me, too?
Sally: How about, I'm leaving.
Harry: Doesn't what I said mean anything to you?
Sally: I'm sorry, Harry. I know it's New Year's Eve. I know you're
feeling lonely, but you just can't show up here, tell me you love
me, and expect that to make everything all right. It doesn't work
this way.
Harry: Well, how does it work?
Sally: I don't know, but not this way.
Harry: How about this way? I love that you get cold when it's seventy-one
degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order
a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose
when you're lookin' at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend
the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And
I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go
to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely. And it's not
because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when
you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody,
you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
Sally: (feeling manipulated but also melting) You see. That is just
like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible
for me to hate you, and I hate you, Harry. I really hate you. I hate
you.
They kiss, and kiss. Harry attempts to describe the
meaning of the song Auld Lang Syne (Scottish words, meaning 'Old
Days Gone By') - the actual plotline of the film itself:
Harry: What does this song mean? My whole life, I
don't know what this song means. I mean, 'Should old acquaintance
be forgot'? Does that mean that we should forget old acquaintances,
or does it mean if we happened to forget them, we should remember
them, which is not possible because we already forgot?
Sally: Well, maybe it just means that we should remember that we
forgot them or something. Anyway, it's about old friends.
They kiss again as the camera pulls up and away from
them, showing them engulfed by others on the dance floor. In voice-over,
they remember their circuitous route toward falling in love and acknowledging
that romance and friendship are not mutually exclusive:
Harry: The first time we met, we hated each other.
Sally: No, you didn't hate me, I hated you. And the second time we
met, you didn't even remember me.
Harry: I did too, I remembered you. The third time we met, we became
friends.
Sally: We were friends for a long time.
Harry: And then we weren't.
Sally: And then we fell in love.
In the final scene, they become the film's seventh and
final testimonial to love - seated on the same loveseat as all the
other elderly couples:
Woman: Three months later, we got married.
Man: It only took three months.
Woman: Twelve years and three months.
Man: We had this - we had a really wonderful wedding.
Woman: It really was.
Man: It was great. We had this enormous coconut cake.
Woman: Huge coconut cake with the tiers, and there was this very
rich chocolate sauce on the side.
Man: Right. Because not everybody likes it on the cake, because it
makes it very soggy.
Woman: Particularly the coconut soaks up a lot of that stuff so you
really - it's important to keep it on the side.
Man: Right...
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