You’ve Got Mail

You’ve Got Mail is a bummer. The movie, that is, not the act of receiving a package via the U.S. mails, which totally rocks the Casbah, rocks the Casbah (the shareef don’t like it). It’s a bummer because it’s totally unrealistic. Not the premise that some kind of book store robber baron and a lady with a pixie cut could find love (opposites!!!). That is totally believable. In fact, weirder things happen approximately every second. No, the unrealistic part is that anyone was able to check their email in 1998 without their mom shouting up the stairs that she needed to use the phone. Or the whole thing getting interupted by an incoming fax. Cause the Internet like came on disks back then, BY MAIL. Wheels within wheels. Rock bottom bummer: in on a Saturday night watching You’ve Got Mail. Homesick bummer: even this shit makes your wittle heart break for New York. Casbah rocking unbummer: see above.

Tags: The Clash, You've Got Mail