So the other night (it may have been Saturday because Sarah and I may have spent ALL day carrying the world’s heaviest and largest furniture into our apartment while hungover), my friends and I lounged around and watched a movie. Our DVD player wasn’t working, but luckily, we still have the old standby of the VHS. You almost forgot that existed, didn’t you? Because we were working with videos, our choices were limited to the random movies I’d bought at Goodwill one day while purchasing a tacky Christmas vest, but there was one gem in the collection: My Best Friend’s Wedding.
How much did you love that movie? When we were younger, my sister and I would rewind the scene where they sing in the restaurant over and over again until forced to stop. (Remember the waiters waving their lobster hands?) And just the other day, “Wishin’ and Hopin'” came on the radio and Kelsey and I found ourselves separately reminiscing about the awkwardly wonderful karaoke scene (even though “Wishin’ and Hopin'” is not the karaoke song. Weird, right?).
The movie was still wonderful, a decade-ish later. Julia Roberts was still evil in such a lovable way; Cameron Diaz’s hair was still strangely awful; and Dermot Mulroney was still smokin’ hot:
And was I the only one in the universe who had a raging crush on Michael’s little brother? According to my friends, I was. Here’s a clip of what is arguably one of the best scenes in a movie, ever. Sorry for the crappy quality, but please be sure to notice how adorable Michael’s bro is:
[Posted by Mallory]