If I ever get on a game-show where I have to choose either door/suitcase/mystery-thing number 1, 2 or 3, I'd say something ridiculous to the host like, "Bob, my lucky number happens to be 13, and then I subtract the number of guitar strings I've snapped, about 11, which I then add 4 to because there are 4 letters in the word 'cool' and I'm definitely cool, then you divide those 6 by 2 because of the spontaneous process known as cell division, times that by Pharrell ft. Kanye West 'Number One', add the number of chicken wings I ate tonight, 25, divide that all by two because those technically were half chicken wings, subtract the number of awards Jonas Brothers have won, 28, according to Wikipedia, the most accurate and insightful encyclopedia ever, add my lucky number again, and then multiply by -1 because I like my numbers like I like my friends (REAL), that leaves me with number one."

(That wasn't what I came here to post about)

You know that saying, "fun in the sun"? Well, driving west while the sun is setting is totally NOT fun in the sun. You can't see any of the road signs/traffic lights, and the lane delimiters turn on their invisibility mode.

(Still not what I wanted to post...but it's coming up, so *MINOR SPOILER ALERT*)

So. The movie.

Looking back, if I kept a live-blog of the movie, I think it would've been hilarious. But then again, I'm really the only one that thinks I'm funny, so it might've turned out sad. We'll never know.

Being that it was a chick flick, there were the "awww" moments, there were the "oh no, that's stupid, please don't do that" moments, and there were the "please, real life doesn't work like this" moments. However, I think overriding all these moments, at least from my perspective, is that I left with a feeling of "Huh! Good for him/her/them". There were the happy endings, and there were the moving-on-with-the-rest-of-their-life endings, which is becoming increasingly popular and is fine by me because a lot of times, LIFE IS LIKE a box of chocolates THAT.

I don't think this particular movie overdid it on the unrealistic romance, nor were there any so-over-the-top-creative-your-future-wife-will-only-be-disappointed-because-you-couldn't-pull-something-like-that-off wedding proposals. I remember Jennifer Aniston looking stunning, by the way, bless her poor soul for having been set up like that at the Oscars (I didn't watch, but I heard about it after), but for one scene, she was wearing a terrible pair of glasses.

I should probably warn you, Seesun (because you might end up being the only person that ever reads this...my blog has become a desert wasteland), that if you like this James Morrison song, it is ruined forever by this movie. Forever. If you want to listen to that song again thinking happy thoughts, you can't see this movie. Mmkay? Moving on.

Rihanna, it SHOULD go without saying that HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU, and it's not simply a cultural thing, it's not something you should put up with. (Watch this video.)

This movie also employed the "small stories tied together by common characters" strategy. Like how you could be dating a co-worker that is your best friend's sister's therapist's brother. I kept expecting the stories to cross-talk and affect one another, but it didn't happen. Kudos to the movie people for faking me out there. It doesn't happen often. In fact, I haven't forgiven them for that yet.

I appreciated the attempt to accurately portray people's various approaches to relationships in general. Then again, I'm not going to the movies to learn life lessons (even though I really hope I'm not that guy). I'm going to study the Bible for that. Ruth and Boaz. That's right.

What else. What else.

Freida Pinto's husband, if she's not calling you, she's JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU.

The Mac guy, playing a mack. Sorta. But it doesn't matter. Having a role in Die Hard 4 didn't matter. He's forever the Mac guy. Even when he's 50 and Mac's and Starbucks have fused to become Appstar (I'm not feeling particularly clever today), he's still going to be the Mac guy. I hope he's okay with that. Forever.

Terry Porter, the Phoenix Suns were just NOT THAT INTO YOUr coaching style.

I'm debating if Christopher Walken would've made this a better movie. Nah....although...haha