‘WHEN HARRY MET SALLY'Sundown, Riverfest Amphitheatre. Free.
Years before Billy Crystal effectively quit acting to follow the Yankees or bask in his golden years or whatever and Meg Ryan messed up her face trying to stay young and began a binge that continues of terrible movies, the pair made this film, which, despite any later sins or false moves, assured them of a spot as a golden couple in film comedy for years to come. Scripted by Nora Ephron and directed by Rob Reiner, the film mines an age-old question: Can men and women truly be platonic friends? Crystal, in dry, pop-philosophizing Woody Allen mode, says no, sex gets away. Ryan, bubbly, charmingly odd and at the height of her America's sweetheart phase even in those terrible pantsuits, disagrees. Through chance encounters, break-ups and ultimately a friendship, that tension propels the plot. Along the way, we get Harry Connick Jr. doing standards, funny interludes with old couples talking about their relationships and Meg Ryan faking an orgasm in a New York deli. It's bound to bring folks out in droves. Better bring some cold drinks; it's hot out there.