I’ve seen Sleepless in Seattle (1993) about a million times. Until now, I hadn’t seen its inspiration. Now that I have, unfortunately, it just doesn’t resonate. Do you ever feel as if you’ve watched or experienced something too old for it to leave that indelible impact? That was my experience with An Affair to Remember.

Had I grown up with An Affair to Remember, the way I did with the likes of When Harry met Sally, or West Side Story, andThe Sound of Music, I would probably have found myself a sobbing heap just like Rosie and Meg. “Winter must be so cold for those with no warm memories.” Deborah Kerr moons, “and we’ve already missed the spring.” The only thought entering my mind was “I should be crying right now, right? That’s what people do at this scene. It’s supposed to reduce me to a sniffling little pile of mush.” And yet, nothing.

I swooned a little over the lovely dialogue, and thoroughly enjoyed the effortless chemistry between Grant and Kerr. But it just wasn’t enough.

The story is a classic, there’s no doubt about that. But this is one case of many where my bubble’s been burst – just because it’s a classic doesn’t mean it’s either a) going to be good or b) that I’m going to like it, or get anything from it.

Sadly, I’ve gotten nothing out of it, other than being able to check another film off my list. In terms of production value, there’s nothing overwhelming about it. The cinematography, framing, and staging is all very simple, as to be expected. The dialogue is lovely, if at times a little too mushy, but such is the nature of the beast, especially at that time. The acting stands out as possibly its most notable trait, though it disintegrates into nothing but cheese from time to time.

Such is life – another one bites the dust, and I’ve little to show for it.

Oh well! Onto the next!

This post was originally published on my tumblr on September 3, 2012.