Of course, there’s definitely an argument to be made for leaving well enough alone, especially as it pertains to near-perfect rom-coms, and no mere mortal could reasonably expect to pen a worthy successor to Nora Ephron’s original script. That said, is it crazy that I’d accept even a B-minus interpretation of Harry and Sally’s love story, just to spend some time with those beloved characters again? I’d also love to catch up with Jess and Marie, Harry and Sally’s somewhat smug couples friends; I’m no casting director, but I think placing Billie Lourd in her late mom Carrie Fisher’s role as the sardonic yet lovable Marie would bring a tear to pretty much everyone’s eye. (We miss you, Carrie!)
It’s entirely possible that if the industry powers that be had already elected to bring When Harry Met Sally back to the big screen (or—God help us—the small screen, as some sort of limited series on a streaming network), I would be turning up my nose at it and writing an outraged screed about how Hollywood was insulting the memory of one of the greatest sweater movies of all time. If the reboot were done correctly, though, I think it could be genuinely wonderful to spend time with two of the most pivotal sweeties in romantic-comedy history. (Maybe someone like Michaela Coel could get this right?)
Seriously, why isn’t Hollywood getting on this? Commission a script! Go out to some big names! Do I have to do everything?
