"When Harry Met Sally" is my favorite movie of all time, and it sits in my top four on Letterboxd. As a former chronically online teenager venturing into the glorious and wistful rom-com genre, I was suggested the film through a lot of propaganda on Tumblr. At 15, I watched the film illegally on YouTube. The second I saw the elderly couple opening the movie, talking about their love story, I knew I felt safe and at home.
Generally, that's why "When Harry Met Sally" holds a special place in my romantic heart because of its ability to appeal to our innate human need for connection. It's why every year when the fall rolls around people reminisce about the film's impact during the colder seasons of the year. The film appears on movie watch lists for the fall, people post all the warm scenes between Harry and Sally walking through burnt orange autumn foliage in Central Park and most of all people begin dressing in oversized cream cable knit sweaters just like Harry like how Zoomers are obsessing over Rory Gilmore from "Gilmore Girls" winterwear.
