
A friend insisted I see He’s Just Not That Into You, thinking it would change my long-held belief that chick flicks blow.
I’m just not into their Disney-ified take on life. The women are shallow ninnies who buy shoes and sing pop songs into hairbrushes when they’re sad. The men are clueless hunks who miraculously get their crap together then deliver goofy speeches about the transformative effects of love. Marriage is presented as the only worthwhile aim of human existence, while love itself is depicted as a series of zany mishaps that must be stumbled out of in order to be attained.
He’s Just Not wants to get real. Indeed, the flick reveals some real moments from single women’s lives – staring at the phone, looking for “signs” the guy likes you. I’ve done these things. All my girlfriends have done them. I’m sure even Angelina Jolie did these things before she had Pitt sweatin’ her.
But I want to go deeper.
Years ago, after being discourteously dumped, I had one of those old-fashioned Victorian heartbreaks. I spent several days in bed sobbing, begging God for mercy and having hallucinatory visions of unzipping myself from my own skin in order to be rid of a savage case of self-doubt. All I could think was, “if he could see how much I’m suffering. Things might have turned out the same, but he probably would’ve been nicer about it.”
Maybe men would revise their dating repertoire if they stopped getting the message that we’re just a bunch of whiny shopaholics who need only a pedicure and vat of ice cream to offset their bad behavior. A stop at the salon never helps us get over the person we love. When you cut us, we don’t bleed Häagen-Dazs.
Maybe women would be healthier if the entire planet would stop insisting the only way to existential bliss is matrimony. In the movie, Jennifer Aniston’s character breaks up with Ben Affleck, a mild-mannered lug who adores her but won’t put a ring on it. Later, Jen’s father has a heart attack, so she cares for him while her married sisters’ spouses show what sports-lovin’ lazy asses husbands can be. Ben shows up to help, making Jen realize a man who loves and respects her carries more weight than a marriage certificate.
“Bravo!” I wanted to shout. “Marriage schmarriage, the goal is love!”
Then the dope asks her to marry him anyway. And this, just minutes after the dude tapping Scarlett Johansson admits to cheating on his wife because he felt forced into marriage. Way to go, Hollywood!
Shouldn’t we be telling honest stories so we can live our lives honestly? Here’s He’s Just Not That Into You as it would really happen:
Plucky Ginnifer Goodwin goes on a date with a schlub, then gets bummed when he never calls. In the movie, empowering girl talk with Jennifers Aniston and Connelly helps her through. In the real-life version, Ginnifer gets hammered, makes out with random strangers then pukes up Cuervo shots as Aniston holds back her hair.
In the movie, Ginnifer phone stalks a playboy bartender to get his he’s-just-not-that-into-you-style advice. Despite his commitment issues, the bartender wants her in the end. In our version, he writes off Ginnifer as a needy wacko, like any sane person would do. Otherwise, he tries to sleep with her, like any playboy bartender would do, thus spending the rest of the film driving her deeper into an abyss of confusion and despair but certainly not falling in love with her because she’s his “exception.” Puh-leeze.
Instead of “not making a scene” at Home Depot after discovering her husband’s been schtupping Scarlett Johansson, real-life Jennifer Connelly concusses the guy by chucking a bucket of paint at his head. As punishment for their infidelity, Bradley Cooper, the actor who plays the adulterer, has to go back to working television, while Scarlett Johansson has to go back to the nose she had in Ghost World.
And finally, when Affleck asks Aniston to marry him, instead of accepting, she says, “no, thanks, doll.” Better yet, Affleck doesn’t even ask. Their plot line ends with the realization that love and kindness is really all you need.
Now, that I’m into.


i knew scarlett changed her nose. i always remembered her a little uglier in those days.
i like your version waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better, lw. if (excuse me, sorry) ‘art’ is imitating life, where are all the women who think getting married is the end all? you know, aniston produced that crappy little number. maybe she’s projecting.
another one that i wouldn’t even bothering pirating from the internet: bride wars.
seriously? a movie about fighting over who gets the venue?
like i give a fuck.
I love your blog! You’re so insightful and it’s so clever the way you express yourself. I can’t wait until the next installment. I wouldn’t be surprised if before long you’re on the Huffington Post or the Daily Beast. You ought to submit your writing if you haven’t already. This latest one, about the movie, you got it dead-on right! Love and a little kindness, that’s what every woman wants, and what she doesn’t want is any ties that bind. I mean marriage. I’ve been married and I’ve been single and I’ll take single any day of the week. Unless I find a man who will cherish me and respect me and give me the space to pursue my career, one who won’t stop until I have the Big O every single time, and a guy who’s gay-handsome, who can afford a decent car and will hold a job so he can help me with my bills. And if I see one of those nasty playboy bartenders you mentioned and feel like a little afternoon roll in the empties, the man at home won’t argue with me about stupid Victorian fidelity. This girl, any girl really, has more important things to do than cater to some clueless hunk who invited a bunch of his sports-lovin’ lazy ass friends over to drink beer and watch other clueless hunks chase some stupid ball. Really! Who needs it? The boss expects me to crunch some numbers before Monday’s staff meeting. If I do a really good job maybe she’ll promote me to clerical assistant. Here in Chicago that’s where the real money starts. With a little time I might be able to put a down payment on a previously-owned car.
Thanks, Jan, I’m glad you liked the blog and that you’re finding something to relate to in it. Stay tuned for more!
Laura
I’m so glad to find another female who was “just not that into” this movie. It totally sucked and I felt cheated that I had wasted my money on the idea of a “good” chick flick! So much for that; lesson learned. Only problem was, all of my girlfriends and some of my guy friends who saw it totally dug it. WTF?! I don’t get it. I’m glad I’m not alone and sick of Hollywood’s BS!
-Kimber (from the meet-up)
This is another excellent post. I despise He’s Just Not That Into-type movies in all of their reincarnations (most recently Valentine’s Day.) Getting a large, bloated celebrity cast together to recite snarky one-liners and be stereotypes is what Hollywood thinks women want. There should be more bloggers like you to tell them that it isn’t.
If you’re looking for a good romantic movie that doesn’t fall into any of these categories… An Education comes out tomorrow on DVD.
Here’s my review of it: http://wp.me/pOGBX-2S