Tror jag är kär i den filmen! 🙂 dock undrar jag hur översättningen på ”He’s just not that into you” blir ”Dumpa honom” på svenska? Hmm.. Jaja, mycket bra citat och en av dom FÅ tjejfilmerna som jag gillar!
Ett av mina favorit-citat är nog när Gigi i början av filmen säger ”We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you”. Det stämmer ju! För visst har man (iaf jag) fått höra från man var liten att om en kille slår eller retar en tjej så är han egentligen kär i henne, han vet bara inte hur han ska göra. Men det kanske inte är så, kanske är mer som Alex säger; ”So trust me when I say if a guy is treating you like he doesn’t give a shit, he genuinely doesn’t give a shit. No exceptions.” Det låter mer troligt enligt mig iaf. Fast jag måste nog säga att jag gillar slutcitatet av Gigi också:
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.
Hela filmen går ju egentligen ut på att Gigi försöker ta reda på hur killar tänker och fungerar genom att lista ut ”The Rule” som går ut på följande:
Gigi: Exhibit A. Chad the drummer who lived in a storage space. He only used me for rides and yet I continued to stalk him for most of 1998. Then oh, um, there was Don, that broke up with me every Friday so that he could have his weekends free. I was delusional about that relationship. I used to refer to him as my husband to random people, like my dental hygienist. Anyway, all my friends used to tell me about how things might work out with these dipsticks because they knew someone, who knew someone, who dated a dipstick just like mine. That girl ended up getting married and living happily ever after. That’s the exception and we’re not the exception we’re the rule.
Där kom min inspiration till en bild 🙂
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