Nora Ephron

I was terribly saddened to hear of Nora Ephron's passing this week (especially considering I had no idea at all that she was ill). She was such a talent, full of infinite spark and wit and humor, all of which were evident in her hit films like When Harry Met Sally (my vote for *the* best romantic comedy ever made, period) and Sleepless in Seattle, as well as in her numerous writings and essays (such mini essays would often creep into her films, too, as can be seen in this Starbuck scene in You've Got Mail). I remember listening to her director's commentary to You've Got Mail awhile back and feeling like I was listening to a super cool, smart, wise-cracking friend waxing lyrical on anything from good books to the eternal charm that is Tom Hanks. I could hear her talk all day long, she was that interesting a person (I can't imagine how fabulous it would have been to have actually known her). In a somewhat weird but not-at-all stalkerish way, I feel like I've lost a good friend this week. She leaves a gaping hole on the film and literary landscape.


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