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Breaking Up Sucks

I just watched The Break-Up, because it is late Sunday afternoon, and that's how we roll.

(spoiler alert)

I expected them to get back together, and was counting down how many minutes were left, wondering if this was going to be the turning point. Well, it turns out they don't get back together. They break up. And stay that way.*

I am upset about this. Why does it bother me so much when good people don't stay together? These people aren't even REAL for crap's sake.

I don't understand how a couple gets to the point where they don't care anymore or they don't have any capacity left to love. Okay, I do understand how it happens...I just want to believe that it doesn't have to happen.

Maybe my problem is that I grew up listening to this song:

Oh, 60's music...


On the movie front, I have more respect for this film and its realism. And for Vince and Jennifer for choosing to do the movie.




*Kudos to Nadine, who has seen the movie before and didn't say anything, despite her knowledge and my ramblings.
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  1. Laura12:32 AM

    Even though they don't show them getting back together I like to think that over the time they were apart that they both matured and started anew once they ran into each other again. I think the ending can go either way. It is a way better movie than you first expect it to be.

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  2. Ariana5:23 PM

    They stupidly marketed that movie as a comedy when it is FULL ON a drama. It came out on DVD when I was working at Blockbuster and I made sure to explain that to everyone who asked about it, because if you go in expecting a fun romcom, you will be sorely disappointed. But for what it actually is, it's an interesting story, if cringe-worthy at many, many points.

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  3. Ry8:54 AM

    I feel kind of sorry for you, having to grow up listening to such horrible music (what I grew up to wasn't much better in all honesty). Those lyrics are on par with Rebecca Black's 'Friday'.

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  4. Beth9:05 AM

    laura - at first i thought that was TOO optimistic...then i chatted with a good friend who is re-considering an old dating relationship, and maybe not. things do come around again sometimes. :)

    ariana - yeah, misleading but good!

    ry - hey now...i LOVE the music i grew up on. and it is certainly nothing like the atrocity you mention. (fake pouting)

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  5. Suzanne2:00 PM

    I think if the movie was longer they would get back together. They needed some time apart to know themselves. Or maybe they weren't good togeths and this was just a great ending of they don't have any bitterness or resentment toward the other but can care for them but not be with them... you know?

    Also, strangely enough I just watched this movie too. It was on T.V. at my parents. It might have been last Sunday... can't remember

    Just catching up on some blogs now.. I"m a bit behind the times in your life.

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  6. Beth7:37 PM

    suz! is it weird that i missed you while you were gone, even though i never see you? :)

    i agree with your thoughts on the two possible unseen-outcomes. and, imagine if we were both watching it at the same time! awwwwww.

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