Mini-Review: I'm still an adult this movie is still shit...there is more of everything and less of everything all at once. It's amazing in the worst possible way.
Mini-Review: I like it when nothing about a con movie is explicitly spelled out, sometimes the narration tips the hand like with the Ocean films or The Italian Job or maybe the mark is always clearly identified as a villain so there's no shift in allegiances. This movie has fun with the idea of who is conning who and shifts sympathies as it progresses, I like that the mark sees it as an adventure even when the truth is out. Truthfully, I flat out love it and hope Wes Anderson is jealous of this movie.
Mini-Review: So I was wrong in one respect-- it's never unintentionally funny or even intentionally (I'm kind of sad about both), but it was certainly buoyed by great supporting work from Jason Patric and Alec Baldwin who thoroughly humanize under written characters. Diaz, somehow, despite her forcefulness remains the film's weak link. If you've got an Achilles heel for anything even tangentially related to "The Notebook" (this film shares that film's director) then this film is probably for you.
Mini-Review: One has to wonder whether upon discovering "He's Just Not That Into You" is it because you are hopelessly, socially fucking incompetent and retarded, because you go on at great length about abso-fucking-lutely nothing or you're just plain old tired of fucking the sticks right out of some people's asses? Were the movie to address any of these questions either honestly or at all then discovering why He's Just Not That Into You would be a worthwhile journey.
Mini-Review: Actually manages to be pretty engaging at times, something the first movie never was, but there are some moments that are genuinely bereft of any sort of tension (Vatican Library when airlocked, anyone) and then they end in such a way that they beg to be punctuated by some tenuous and nervous audience laughter. It's an odd choice and a mistake a movie you know is going to be mediocre can't afford to make. Ayelet Zurer, on the other hand, is a fucking pleasure to look at. I'd totally pee in her.