So -- a rainy Sunday afternoon, with the place to myself and a load of mind-numbing paperwork to get through. A perfect time to watch my very recently acquired When Harry Met Sally DVD. I'd seen various little snippets from the movie in the past -- most notably the legendary Deli scene but I'd never sat through the whole thing before.
Billy Crystal looks to be somewhere in his mid-thirties in the opening scenes (where he's supposed to be just graduating uni) and it's not that easy to believe that he'd be quite so successful with women -- I take it that the Sally character fell for him because of his personality -- but the pair have a kind of believable chemistry going on and Meg Ryan looks just beautiful, of course (I'm glad she seems to have now quit all that botox/lip fillers business she went in for a few years ago and has lost that waxen, the-Joker-from-Batman look).
But the reason I'm writing about the movie here is that it makes a perfect argument against high-waisted jeans. All the characters in the movie wore hideous, unflattering stonewashed jeans but the wardrobe department surpassed itself when it came to Ryan's character. High-waisted, to the point that they were somewhere up around her armpits; so tightly-belted that they even made the petite Ryan look as if she had a pot belly; so tight at the ankle that she looked in danger of having the blood-flow to her feet cut-off...
But by far the greatest crime brought about by those monstrous denims was the fact that -- not only were they pulled so high in the upwards direction that she appeared to be in danger of being cut in half vertically -- but they had the ghastly effect of producing more than a hint of the dreaded camel toe. Just unforgivable.
I've now come to the conclusion that only Kate Moss and the original Charley's Angels can possibly get away with high-waist jeans and even then it is near-enough vital that the jeans have to be flares. It's the only way.
I still loved the film, though.
