And all I could say was, 'hello'

Finally, I get it.

I've seen "Sleepless in Seattle" an embarrassing amount of times, yet until recently never thought to watch "An Affair to Remember". Thank you, Netflix, you've yet again changed my life for the better.

Last night, I finally watched it, and have no qualms admitting that I was yelling at my TV, tears streaming down my face, "Tell him! Tell Nikki why you weren't there!"

Christ. I thought everyone was exaggerating. This all makes so much more sense now:





(In other news, I think I should probably be concerned that I relate so much to Jonah in this movie. Umm, he's what, 10?)

Back to "An Affair to Remember": It was like reading a freaking Jane Austen novel. All talk, no action, so much sexual tension! Come on, no real kiss, after all this? Do it, already!

*Spoiler alert, for any of you who are under the rock I just abandoned last night.*



Good God, I just teared up watching the clip. He almost walks out the door! But then: Epiphany! The painting!

"She didn't have any money, and not only that, she was... she was..."

Just look at Cary Grant's face when he sees that painting, and try not to weep. I dare you.

"If it had to happen to one of us, why did it have to be you?"

"Oh, darling! If you can paint, I can walk! Anything can happen, don't you think?"

Holy crap.