No, Gigi, he didn't call.
I finally saw, "He's Just Not That Into You."
I wanted to see it when it came out, on one of our date nights, but my husband wasn't into it. Which is okay, as long as he's into me.
Instead we saw a really bad movie, "Push," about psychic espionage. Normally, intuition is one of my favorite topics, but the movie exceeded my tolerance level for violence. I admit, that is NOT hard to do. I closed my eyes at least seven times for several minutes each time.
But I can say I did enjoy the person I was sitting next too, immensely, especially since he was enjoyed without screaming in the background. Oh wait, there was screaming in the movie, wasn't there? Seriously, I already subscribe to the Scream Channel at home, so I don't need more of that, Hollywood.
"Really, I'm good," I tell Hollywood. "I prefer a combination of comedy and sex. It is one of my favorite aphrodisiacs."
Anyways, back to, "He's Just Not That Into You." I have to say it was slow, probably because there were plenty of romantic complications involving at least five couples. All of whom took a long time to fall in love or screw each other over, or some combination of loving and screwing.
Don't get excited, there weren't any good sex scenes. But, maybe, I watch too much porn?
Other possible names for the movie include:
"She's Just Not That Into You"
or
"He's Into You, But He's Just Not That Into Marriage"
or
"He's Into You, But He's Just Not That Into Leaving His Wife"
or
"He's Totally Into You, But He's Just Not That Into Feeling His Emotions."
Without spoiling the ending, the movie did a decent job with reality. Some of the couples lived happily ever after, and some split up, just like in real life. And Gigi figures out if he doesn't call, he's just not that into her. Phew!
