PRETTY WOMAN (1990)
I don’t have enough fingers to count how many times I’ve watched Pretty Woman with my mom — and not just because Julia Roberts’ character shares our last name. It’s one of the few DVDs she keeps in the camper she and my dad spend the majority of their summers in. Every time I go out to visit them, I make a point of throwing on the romantic classic, even if it’s just background noise while my sons demand snacks (they’re too young to understand the whole prostitution thing, thankfully). Chaos aside, my mom and I always somehow manage to sit and watch the ending together — and both try to pretend we’re not tearing up as Richard Gere’s dreamy Edward emerges from the sunroof outside of Vivian’s apartment.