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Now people have the chance to see two comedies that waft like zephyrs through a movie summer humid with macho derring-do. In their world, romance is bruised but blooming; and the characters are so fully drawn that the moviegoer can become possessive of them, even judgmental, as he would with a friend. Would Sally have faked a fortissimo orgasm in a crowded restaurant? Would footloose Graham come back to Baton Rouge to find a love he lost nine years before? Of course they are not real people, and the difference is crucial in this talk-as-sex era. Real people talk back, act up, walk out. So let's leave the trend where it belongs: onscreen, in the season's smartest, funniest real- love films.