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- <title>
- July 31, 1989: When Humor Meets Heartbreak
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- July 31, 1989 Doctors And Patients
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- CINEMA, Page 65
- When Humor Meets Heartbreak
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- <p>Two splendid comedies get back to basics: talk and sex
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Corliss
- </p>
- <p> Talk is the sex of the '80s. In a time when you can hardly
- initiate a handshake without a note from your doctor,
- conversation is not just a white-collar mating dance; it is the
- most intimate form of safe sex. Over the telephone or a
- restaurant table, a man and a woman expose their emotions,
- exchange seminal fears and desires, make each other laugh and
- sob -- all without touching any organ but the heart. Talk is the
- consummation devoutly to be wished; no wonder they call it
- intercourse. It is confession without penance, therapy on the
- cheap. It is also, in the right mouths, the last civilized
- popular art.
- </p>
- <p> Wit, conflict, a little sex. Good stuff for a movie? Good
- enough for a pair of terrific movies: When Harry Met Sally...,
- written by Nora Ephron and directed by Rob Reiner; and sex,
- lies, and videotape, written and directed by Steven Soderbergh.
- Their characters are quick and engaging; they could be the
- thirtysomething folks on a good day, in a gilded mirror. As
- Ephron says, "People who live in cities aren't in car chases.
- We don't get shot at. What we mainly do is talk on the phone and
- have dinner." Her film and sex, lies serve up the urban scene
- at its most urbane. Clean taxis and great apartments appear in
- a trice, and no one's upscale job deprives him of quality time
- for soul scratching. But in both films the surface prettiness
- is just a device; it clears the cityscape of its daily detritus
- to focus on what matters: love, sex and friendship.
- </p>
- <p> When Ephron met Reiner to discuss a script, she recalls,
- the director said, "I want to do a movie about two people who
- become friends and are really happy they become friends because
- they realize that if they had had sex it would have ruined
- everything. And they have sex and it ruins everything." Start
- with randy Harry (Billy Crystal) and precise Sally (Meg Ryan)
- in the Manhattan of your dreams, at the beginning of a beautiful
- friendship. But are they aware that falling in like can be as
- dangerous as falling in love? Reiner, who based the film partly
- on his life after being divorced from actress Penny Marshall,
- thinks he knows: "People say, `Vive la difference,' but it's
- more like a cruel joke created by God. Men and women desperately
- want to be with each other, but at the same time they can't
- stand each other and don't understand each other."
- </p>
- <p> So Harry and Sally go to movies together, confide romantic
- traumas, even try double-dating with their respective best
- friends (funny Bruno Kirby and Carrie Fisher) -- all the while
- fending off the inevitable erotic attraction. When they do
- surrender sexually, it is just what Harry feared. "The `during'
- part was good," he admits. But postcoitally, while she glows,
- he glowers. He realizes that as friends they had been making
- love, with words and caring. Going to bed with Sally was just
- having sex. And now, like any guy who got what he came for, he
- wants out.
- </p>
- <p> Like Harry and Sally, the movie is hardworking, spot on; it
- winepresses its conversation into epigrams. No surprise here.
- Reiner found wayward comedy in such genres as the rock
- documentary (This Is Spinal Tap) and the historical romance (The
- Princess Bride). Crystal, the improv master who is Reiner's
- closest friend -- "We finish each other's sentences," Crystal
- says, "and he finishes my lunch" -- meets the challenge of
- making a compulsive Lothario not just likable but impishly
- seductive. And Ephron, a helpful Heloise of emotional heartburn,
- perks the script with clever answers to modern problems. How
- long should a man hold a woman after making love to her?
- "Somewhere between 30 seconds and all night." What doubt nags
- at any woman who lets Mr. Right get away? "You'll have to spend
- the rest of your life knowing that someone else is married to
- your husband." What is the guilty secret of married life? "No
- sex."
- </p>
- <p> No sex? No problem. In sex, lies, and videotape, Soderbergh
- suggests that abstinence makes the heart grow fonder. Ann
- (Andie MacDowell) is a Baton Rouge, La., housewife too decorous
- to go mad. Things with her lawyer husband John (Peter Gallagher)
- are fine, she tells her therapist, "except I'm havin' this
- feeling that I don't want him to touch me." They haven't had sex
- for a while. At least Ann hasn't; John is pursuing an affair
- with her lubricious sister Cynthia (Laura San Giacomo).
- Curiosity is about the only thing that can be aroused in gentle
- Ann, and when John's chum Graham (James Spader) visits, she and
- he swap secrets. Hers: "I think that sex is overrated." His:
- "I'm impotent." They could be a couple for the '90s: the first
- postsexual lovers.
- </p>
- <p> To describe the plot -- in which we learn that Graham can
- reach sexual climax only while watching videotapes he has made
- of women's carnal confessions -- is to make sex, lies sound like
- a smirking stag reel. But this is not an "adult film" in the
- X-rated sense; it is an adult film, "patient and subtle," in its
- creator's apt words. It is about men who use women by watching
- them, and women tired of being the object of satyric attention.
- What amazes is that at just 26, Soderbergh displays the three
- qualities associated with mature filmmakers: a unique authorial
- voice, a spooky camera assurance, and the easy control of
- ensemble acting (Andie MacDowell, start polishing your
- acceptance speech). Soderbergh delivers so much and promises
- even more.
- </p>
- <p> The directors of both pictures know the risk these days in
- mining the movie tradition of sophisticated comedy-drama that
- stretches from Midnight to Manhattan and Broadcast News. Before
- sex, lies earned raves at the U.S. Film Festival in Park City,
- Utah, and then won the top prize at Cannes, Soderbergh was
- apprehensive. "I thought the film would seem too European for
- an American audience," he says, "and too dialogue heavy to
- translate in Europe. I figured ten people would go see it four
- times, and that would be that." Reiner, a man Ephron describes
- as being "very fond of his depressions," dared to commit some
- small optimism on his happy set. As Meg Ryan recalls, "Rob said,
- `Wouldn't it be amazing to have this kind of experience, make
- a great movie, and have people come to see it?'"
- </p>
- <p> Now people have the chance to see two comedies that waft
- like zephyrs through a movie summer humid with macho derring-do.
- In their world, romance is bruised but blooming; and the
- characters are so fully drawn that the moviegoer can become
- possessive of them, even judgmental, as he would with a friend.
- Would Sally have faked a fortissimo orgasm in a crowded
- restaurant? Would footloose Graham come back to Baton Rouge to
- find a love he lost nine years before? Of course they are not
- real people, and the difference is crucial in this talk-as-sex
- era. Real people talk back, act up, walk out. So let's leave the
- trend where it belongs: onscreen, in the season's smartest,
- funniest real-love films.
- </p>
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