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Until a rash of ridiculous happy endings takes all the bite out of the premise, He's Just Not That Into You has some fun with its bubble gum tone.
The story about five women navigating male treachery is so busy getting all its talking points in that it leaves no room for recognizable life.
Director Ken Kwapis has the right touch for this material, making pointed observations without spilling blood.
Wall Street Journal:
He's Just Not That Into You feels like a sitcom that resolves each mini-dilemma before going to commercial.
Is this what we want in our romantic comedies? Is it too much to hope for smart, dimensional female characters who have more to them than marriage lust (see also -- or rather, don't -- Bride Wars)?
The movie makes it seem worthwhile, even noble, to wait around for cads to change their ways. No doubt the film's happy endings will only perpetuate more delusion and heartbreak.
Even at this length, there's not enough time to fully service many of the characters.
The movie plays like Love Actually with half the brains and none of the nerve.
He's Just Not That Into You has a likable cast going for it. Yet it suffers from its own relationship myopia.
The saddest thing about this film, coming on the heels of the deplorable Bride Wars, is it continues the trend of supposed chick flicks that treat women as complete morons. Ladies, you're better than this. Way better.
He's Just Not That Into You turns romantic sanity into something so sanitized that it starts to make delusion look good.
After more than two hours, what we're left with feels like a Robert Altman movie on Botox. It has some real substance and heft, but it also might be a bit too glossy.
Dallas Morning News:
Somehow, director Ken Kwapis and screenwriters Abby Kohn and Marc Silverstein have managed to construct a movie that stays on its feet.
What's depressing about this movie and others like it is the low bar it sets for both modern women and the movies that seek to represent them.
The movie is short on narrative and long on advice, but still has a touch of sweetness.
The real question is, why didn't they re-title the movie He's Just Not That Into You ... Until He Is?
What makes He's Just Not That Into You work are the things that Hollywood does well -- a few good jokes, a lot of pleasant performances and two brief hours of grown-up entertainment and escape.
New York Daily News:
Yes, that's an impressive collection of actors. And yes, it's deflating to watch them wandering in and out of half-written scenes with no discernable direction.
New York Post:
Nominally based on a 2004 nonfiction best seller by two Sex and the City writers, the movie version of He's Just Not That Into You delivers, with far less wit, the same message as the show.
New York Observer:
It has all the depth of a television sitcom parody. In the end, it's hard to tell who is more miserable -- the losers on the screen or the victims in the audience.
There isn't much chemistry, thanks to the limited screen time the couples have to share with many other couples.
The result is Woody Allen lite, with some deft observations about how the social media designed to bring singles together are actually coming between them.
The comedy is perfunctory, almost as if the filmmakers wanted their child to be a drama but didn't feel confident enough in the material to proceed without a layer of false levity to keep things from becoming too serious.
Like that's a problem for Scarlett Johansson, Jennifer Connelly and the rest of these people.
The problem with most of the film's women is that they are interested in only (a) the opposite sex, (b) dating and (c) marriage.
Are women desperate or just desperately stupid? This is the misogynist question at the core of He's Just Not That Into You, a women-bashing tract disguised as a chick flick.
Somewhere along the way, He's Just Not That Into You starts taking all the wrong forks in the road of romance and ends up nowhere.
San Francisco Chronicle:
He's Just Not That Into You never soars, but it never flags. It remains brisk, engaging and pleasant throughout.
Minneapolis Star Tribune:
What makes this one a cut above the generic is a tart dose of drama and hard-bitten intelligence amid the candy corn.
Mary F. Pols,
He's Just Not That Into You is like reliving your 20s, without any of the fun.
This fails to quit while it's ahead, running more than two hours and repeating its point in patronising fashion.
He's Just Not That Into You succeeds more with clever one-liners than in its uneven scenarios. But it's light and entertaining, and its heart -- visible amid the cynicism -- is in the right place.
A not-quite-romantic-comedy that should click with the young-adult demos of both sexes.