I, for one, cannot get enough of “witty” romantic comedies with the misunderstandings, and the missed timing and the missed opportunities and the blah blah blah, and then the correct couple ends up together. Do I have a problem?
Well, let’s see.
You go to do something you know is gonna be bad for you, and you have to pay an arm and a leg to do it. It makes you feel good for a short time, but you’re ashamed of it later. You probably don’t tell most of your friends because they might try to make you stop if they knew.
At first viewing, Crossing Delancey was a really cute little film. But the second time I saw it it became clear that Amy Irving’s character, despite being cute as hell, really wasn’t a very nice person. The focus of the film is, of course, her realizing that the pickle guy is a real find. But from a guy’s perspective, I have to wonder if the pickle guy got such a good deal. She really treated him like dirt during the film. In order for a romantic comedy to work for me, the main character had to deserve to find Mr. (or Miss) Right. In this case, I sort of thought that Amy Irving’s character deserved to end up with the shallow author type.