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trailer break: ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’

Take a break from work: watch a movie trailer…


“We’re all programmed to think that if a guy acts like a total jerk, that means he likes you”? Speak for yourself, sister. You’re the idiot for putting up with jerks.

Still, feminism is so cute, isn’t it? Like how girls think it’s okay for them to express an interest in a guy by calling him. Silly girls.

So adorable, these girls: “I just need you to stop being nice to me unless you’re gonna marry me.” Awww, what’s not to love in that?

*grrr* When people ask me why I hate people, I point to movies like this one.

He’s Just Not That Into You opens in the U.S. and in the U.K. on February 6.



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  • MaSch

    MAJ: When people ask me why I like your site, I point to comments like this one.

  • And the imaginative movie titles just keep on coming!

  • amanohyo

    Credit for the amazing title should go to Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo, the authors of the best-selling book (or maybe to their editor). According to the product description, the book is based on an episode of SatC, so you know it has to be pretty deep and insightful.

    On the one hand, the whole “you deserve a man who truly loves you,” message is a good one. However, the implication that a relationship with a good man is the only thing that will ever give a woman’s life any meaning is not so helpful. But it’s a best seller, so plenty of women must have found something of value in it.

    Ooooh, I just found out that there’s an abridged version of the book… because at 163 pages, the original is a little too intimidating for the average reader. Heehee… To be fair, most self-help books are full of repetitive filler, so maybe it’s an act of mercy to trim it down. Maybe they’ll release an abridged version of the movie in theaters as well.

  • MBI

    “Like how girls think it’s okay for them to express an interest in a guy by calling him. Silly girls.”

    I read an excerpt of the book online, and there’s a whole thing about how expressing interest in a guy by calling him does not work, even for modern gals used to taking what they want, because if a guy was interested, they would have called already. In the book’s defense, the lady writer made clear that this fact frustrated and pissed her off. In my experience, it certainly seems to be true (there are a couple of girls I wish had read this book — sorry, Lindsey). But still, I mean, I recognize that gender dynamic stereotypes exist for a reason, but I don’t like them being used as a no-exceptions rule, which the book seems to do.

    But honestly, as far as chick flicks go, this seems to be among the least toxic. It doesn’t seem to be nearly as bad as “Bride Wars” or “Sex and the City: The Movie.” I might actually see this one.

  • Anne-Kari

    I recognize that gender dynamic stereotypes exist for a reason, but I don’t like them being used as a no-exceptions rule, which the book seems to do.

    MBI: That was pretty much my take on the book (yeah, yeah, I did read it, I confess). The whole book seemed to be a not-so-gentle ribbing of the sort of passive-aggressive behavoir SOME men exhibit when they want to blow somebody off without actually having to say ‘sorry, i’m not interested’. It dealt in massive generalizations based on some truths about gender relations.

    What worries me most is that this film succeeds, and then we’ll get some monstrosity based on “The Rules”.

  • MBI

    Honestly, I really don’t see what’s so offensive about this. The female leads all seem fairly charming, the males aren’t given binary hero-or-villain tags, and they seem to be dealing with fairly common dating problems. I don’t see the issue.

  • JasonJ

    The movie will probably be worth a couple of chuckles. If a movie about “The Rules” ever comes out, my lack of belief in a God will be cemented forever. I have generally avoided direct pursuit of women I don’t know, I don’t have the cool pick-up line or any of that. I have to associate with them over time and let my amazing charm do it’s magic.

    I did make a move on a girl that works at my bank back in 2000. BIG mistake (hello, she can see how much money you have), but it is a perfect example of a sucky woman. See, every week, when I would make a deposit in the drive-thru, if there was no other cars in line, we would talk about all sorts of stuff, personal stuff like family, hardships, our divorces, you name it. Now, I am not dumb or naive, so I figured if a woman would talk to me for 30 minutes in a bank drive-thru once a week for two months, she might be at least a little interested.

    I am not shy, so one day I asked for the digits by using a handwritten note on a voided check. Pretty clever in my mind at the time, and she promptly gave me her number. I thought “coolness”. I called her later that evening, we talked for roughly an hour, good conversation chock full o’ laughs, I thought things were kosher. Called again a few days later and got the machine. Left a message and never heard from her again. I could care less if a person is not interested in me beyond chatty friend shit, just freakin’ tell me, don’t be a coward.

    She was polite at the bank, which is fine. Didn’t matter because I started dating my wife a few months later, who was a friend of my boss and I had known her for over a year. I never knew my wife was interested in me beyond casual friendship until one day she came right out and told me she liked me and wanted to do stuff together. I was too busy doing my own thing and pursuing the bank girl to see the person right in front of me that I had apparently been grooming for the love without even knowing it. Damn I’m good (lucky).

    What happened to the bank girl? She met an asshole probably around the same time I had initiated Phase Two with that awesome digit request, got knocked up, and the last I saw her she was sitting in the back seat of her own car, swollen with brood while her boyfriend/whatever was driving and a dumb looking knuckledragger was riding shotgun. She got exactly what she deserved. Sorry, but any woman with me rides up front, period. I make my own mother sit in the back seat.

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