Assisti "Ele Não Está Tão Afim de Você"(He's Just Not THAT Into You).
Perguntas simples surgiram:
-Por que sempre nós ficamos mal assim?
-Por que somos sempre nós que temos que, sabe, segurar as pontas pra que nao desabe. (sabe do que eu estou falando?)
-Por que eles são tão crianças pra umas coisas e mais ainda pra outras?
-Por que eles não respondem, no msn, email, cell, orkut e o resto todo?
Ele não está tão a fim de você. Ponto. Ei, amigo, não adianta rir ou olhar de lado: ela também não está tão afim de você.
Legal, agora que estou escrevendo elas simplesmente sumiram da minha cabeça. O ponto é: o filme é bom. Eu achei MUITO bom, mas não leve tão a fundo minhas opiniões cinematográficas, eu acho quase todos os filmes que vejo MUITO bons. (tá certo assim? essa frase?)
mas eu vou colar aqui umas citações, leiam !
-Mary: I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies.
Gigi: Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.
Gigi: Hey sorry to bug you again! Uh quick question. Alex: What's going on? Gigi: Ok I'm making out with this guy, PG stuff. but he mentions he's going out of town so he's gonna be out of touch. Alex: Run. Gigi: But maybe he is going out of town. Alex: To where? New Guinea? Where's he gonna be that he's gonna be out of touch? Gigi: Opens bathroom door - Where are you going out of town to again? Gigi: Pittsburgh Alex: Run. Gigi: So what now I'm just supposed to turn from every guy who doesn't like me? Alex: Uh. Yeah! Gigi: There's not gonna be anybody left.
Gigi: [opens the door, thinking it's Bill] Did you forget something? Alex: Yeah... Gigi: Really? What did you forget? Alex: [pulls out a promotional pen from his pocket] This. Gigi: So you came all the way here at 11 o' clock in the night to give me a promotional pen? Alex: Yeah... Yeah, I did. I thought I would come up with some really great excuse to get over here. That's how it's done, right? Gigi: [smiles] Sometimes. Alex: Look, I can't stop thinking about you. I... It's a problem. I drive by your place; I call and hang up; I've turned into... Gigi: Me. Alex: Yeah. Gigi: A wise person once told me that if a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what. Alex: That's true. Gigi: But when I was hurling my body onto yours, you did not seem to want to make it happen. Alex: Okay, yeah, here's the thing about that... You were right. I'd gotten so used to keeping myself at a safe distance from all these women and having the power that, that I didn't know what it felt like when I actually fell for one of them... I didn't know. Gigi: Look, I just went out with your friend Bill. He might be just exactly what I need. No drama, he calls; he does what he says... Alex: [stepping closer] I can do that stuff too... Gigi: But you didn't! And that same wise person told me that I'm the rule. That I have to stop thinking that every guy will change, that I have to stop thinking that... Gigi: [Alex kisses her] [smiles] Gigi: ... I'm the exception... Alex: [whispers] You are *my* exception. [they kiss again]