It was while watching this trailer that I suddenly realized what I’ve been doing wrong all my life, why I’m tragically still Not Married at the advanced age of 40. It’s because I’ve actually been living and enjoying myself and not settling for Mr. Good Enough… because, clearly, a giving up and a giving in is what is required in order to find Mr. Right. See, it’s only on the eve of your wedding to the wrong guy (though how Gael García Bernal could ever be wrong is a mystery to me) — or after you’ve gotten yourself pregnant through modern science, or after you’ve already had the baby on your own and the baby is now in kindergarten — that a 21st-century woman can expect to finally find the perfect guy to spend whatever is left of the rest of her life with.
Perhaps there’s some sort of crushed and broken beauty in a woman who has compromised and surrendered that attracts Mr. Perfect.
Anyway, I think tomorrow I’ll go get myself engaged to some nice guy who’s wrong for me and then probably at the wedding rehearsal, when I’m depressed about the pending nuptials but resigned to going through with them, I’ll at last meet the man of my dreams. That’ll be awesome.
I actually don’t hate this trailer, and the prospect of seeing the film does not make me ill. Partly because I like Amanda Seyfried an awful lot. And partly because you can tell this is not written by Nicholas Sparks, because none of it appears to take place on a Carolina beach, and it doesn’t appear as if any characters will be sacrificed on the altar of Movie Death so that Amanda Seyfried can become a better person.