“Nothing has happened to me yet. That’s why I’m going to New York!”
Bright-eyed, ’80s-hair college graduate Sally (Meg Ryan, at her peak) perkily uttered that enthusiastic assessment of big city life to Harry (Billy Crystal, at his) during the opening road trip of 1989’s sincerely rom-, indisputably com classic, When Harry Met Sally… and she wasn’t wrong. Everyone knows New York is where things happen, and the film’s Manhattan had never looked more happening. Even 25 years after its debut, the movie has everything: autumnal walks in Central Park, huge apartments
with impressive views, fake orgasms over impossibly thick pastrami sandwiches.