Definitely, Maybe

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Definitely, Maybe

Maybe I am being biased. The story sets in New York. And I couldn’t stop smiling watching it. It was light, but very simply, I liked it. It’s been awhile, watching a movie that doesn’t make me cringe. Especially romantic comedy. Though, again, I may be biased. Since the love mystery was solved quite simply- but credit to be given on how the movie eases through the 90’s political bits of “I didn’t have sexual relation...” . And more than ever, it reminds me of the tv series "How I Met Your Mother." Which concludes, doesn't anything feels original anymore. But I love some of the lines.

The first line of the movie,

“I don’t think anyone ever imagines on their wedding day that they will be the part of the 46 percent that doesn’t live happily ever after.” – I was hooked. Though to begin with I thought the movie was going to end up with him, going back to his wife.

Then, the other line that caught me

“It’s amazing how you take the simplest statement then you twist it with a completely negative connotation. It’s really actually impressive, I’m amaze.” That’s what we do, with a tone, without realizing. That’s what I never realized.

Her questions on marriage:

“You are asking me to give up my freedom, my joie de vivre, for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds. “

“Why do you want to marry me anyway, beside some bourgeois desire to fulfil an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda? “ No explanation needed here.

And the last line from it

“I kept the book because it was the only thing that I had left of you.” This line makes me look at the piece of junk box that I kept my exes stuff and go.... F*@K. I still have the stupidest sh!t, since before. Like the stupid name tag that he has that he left in the room in Australia, or the stupid corks from the wines and champagne he drank at my place, or even worse, his damn California Fitness card, with his name on it, the frame with the picture of us, his name on my google talk list, that scares me if he knows he’ll take it out and I’ll no longer get to stare at it or never know where is he, or even his ugly t-shirt, that I requested when I left Puerto Rico, so that I can smell him on the plane. Maybe that is why, I keep holding on, because I know soon enough, I will have nothing left. And those boxes – will only be nothing more than pieces junk.

Xoxo

Rollo Tomassi on Maybe, Definitely