The movie He’s Just Not That Into You totally pissed me off.
At the beginning of the movie I can completely relate with Ginnifer Goodwin’s character
because my love life is jacked up, read: nonexistent. I agree that she needs someone to help her
out so Justin Long’s character takes up the mantle. Great, agree one hundred
percent. Bradley Cooper and Scarlett Johansson’s
characters are just begging us to hate them. Both of them are just to freaking
beautiful to exist in one movie together anyway the fact that they are CHEATERS
just adds more fuel to our little hate fire. (I’m sure they are wonderful
people in real life. Beautiful Bastards)
So I go along with the movie thinking everything is fine and dandy in my
loath fest. I even hate Ben Afflec’s
character because he has freaking Jennifer Aniston who, in my opinion, is one
of the most funny, down to earth, understanding and classy women out there and
her won’t freaking grow a pair and marry her.
UGH! My recent emotional climate and life events are tracking perfectly
with the movie.
HAHA Psych! Flip flop and
turn it around. …spoiler alert... IT’S A
CHICK FLIC LIKE ALL THE OTHER ONES!!
I was hoping that in my angsty angst the
movie would royally blow for everybody the whole way through but noooo. Mister “No Commitment” has a change of heart.
Miss “Low Self Esteem” finds her worth. Even
real estate dude and Drew Barrymore’s character connect. (A part, I thought, felt like an afterthought
of the script writers, although Drew did her utmost) And frikkin’ Ginnifer
Goodwin with her weird flapper hair gets Justin Long!!! Who turns out to be so
amazing and wonderful and even brings back the sappy pen. I hate movies and relationships and chick
flicks and everything in the whole world ever.
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| my life sucks. |
Whatever, movie. I crushed on Justin Long in GALAXY QUEST!!
Galaxy Quest. I have been holding a
candle for that man since, I say it again, GALAXY QUEST. That convention attending nerd had me at "Umm, hello?" He even once again wooed me completely and wholly
as his adorably snarky self in Live Free Die Hard. Whatever, WHATEVER..
whatever. I should have IMDB’ed this
crap before watching and better prepared my lonely, unhappy, angry heart for
that syrupy ending that has landed a new
set of false expectations in my mind…added to the already mega list permanently
saturated in my cerebellum by an incurable Disney addiction.
Wonderful.
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| dork. but an adorable dork. adorkable. |
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| be nice to nerds. they grow up. get hot. and save the economy. |
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| one more for good measure. mm. |
Tomorrow I'm buying yarn for my next crochet project. Yup. I have so much sex appeal it's insane.
