The first time I saw this was projected on a bedsheet on the roof of the six floor walkup I was living in on 108th and Broadway in the Upper West Side, summer ‘19. Maybe I’m just missing New York extra these days, but this love letter to that little slice of Manhattan really hit home. Seal that with Nora Ephron’s uncanny ability to tap into the beauty of what makes people tick and you’ve got something special: you’ve got mail

My sister used to give me Audrey Hepburn calendars for Christmas. I wouldn’t mind if she started doing it again. One of her wittiest performances; she and Cary Grant are clearly having the time of their lives. It’s a lively, twisting romp through 60’s Paris and that’s something everyone could use right about now

This is a movie about what guys do best: 
bein’ dudes

Just think, if it weren’t for the novel coronavirus I could’ve paid ten American dollars to see this in theaters