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He's Just Not That Into You: A Movie Review
*Slight Spoilers Ahead*
I confess that I haven't read this book (though I have read It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken, the sequel), but I felt that as an experienced dater it was important for me to see this movie with my girlfriends.
Us, and every other woman in Greater Boston.
As I walked into the movie theater, I noticed that it was packed to the brim with females, interspersed with a handful of males. Aside from the token gays, I noticed a few loyal (repenting?) boyfriends and one father who wasbeing dragged taking his wife and 16 year old daughter out for a movie. I ran into women I hadn't seen in months as the cinema was the place to be that day- clearly, this afternoon was about the ladies.
The thing about this movie is, one minute it will validate every time you've ever thought you were being screwed around with by some stupid boy ("yes! exactly! I've SO been there!") but then it's as if Hollywood kind of pulls the message and back and says "yes well, sure, when men aren't nice to you it means that they aren't into you. But you STILL could end up with the guy someday!".
Why must movies always have to include a Hollywood ending? In life, even if you do get a happy ending, it's probably not going to be in the form of your boyfriend of seven years, who doesn't believe in marriage, suddenly changing his entire perspective on life. Also, he probably doesn't look like Ben Affleck.
But other than the constant need for the happily ever after, I did feel as though the movie addressed the fact that sometimes we look for hidden signals or signs from men (or women) who we desire, when in reality they are just trying to blow us off. Or keep us on the backburner. Or use us to cheat on their spouses. When a little boy tells a little girl that she looks like poop, it is not "because he LIKES you!" as many mothers will have their offspring thing. Likewise, if a man treats you like crap, it's because he doesn't think that much of you.
I confess that I haven't read this book (though I have read It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken, the sequel), but I felt that as an experienced dater it was important for me to see this movie with my girlfriends.
Us, and every other woman in Greater Boston.
As I walked into the movie theater, I noticed that it was packed to the brim with females, interspersed with a handful of males. Aside from the token gays, I noticed a few loyal (repenting?) boyfriends and one father who was
The thing about this movie is, one minute it will validate every time you've ever thought you were being screwed around with by some stupid boy ("yes! exactly! I've SO been there!") but then it's as if Hollywood kind of pulls the message and back and says "yes well, sure, when men aren't nice to you it means that they aren't into you. But you STILL could end up with the guy someday!".
Why must movies always have to include a Hollywood ending? In life, even if you do get a happy ending, it's probably not going to be in the form of your boyfriend of seven years, who doesn't believe in marriage, suddenly changing his entire perspective on life. Also, he probably doesn't look like Ben Affleck.
But other than the constant need for the happily ever after, I did feel as though the movie addressed the fact that sometimes we look for hidden signals or signs from men (or women) who we desire, when in reality they are just trying to blow us off. Or keep us on the backburner. Or use us to cheat on their spouses. When a little boy tells a little girl that she looks like poop, it is not "because he LIKES you!" as many mothers will have their offspring thing. Likewise, if a man treats you like crap, it's because he doesn't think that much of you.
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