The movie seemed very much one long female fantasy. That is to say, in it, at least two female characters who have been dumped, toyed with, used, stood up, and otherwise treated in a very cavalier manner by the man of their dreams, finally have the satisfaction of having that man come back to them and say, I was a fool; you are The One. ... I think they abandoned the Hes Just Not That Into You writer and decided that theyd write the script so that he IS into her, dammit, he IS. He just needs TIME. He has ISSUES. Hes SCARED. But really, youre The One. Really. You are.
That is a very insightful point.
Well the thing is, I've actually READ that "He's just not that into you" book, and it's pretty good. Short, blunt... pretty good. And having read that, I can't help but look at the relationship Carrie and Big have and think, "He's not that into her." What he's into is good food. She makes for a nice companion because she's desperate to please him and let's face it: she doesn't seem to eat so he doesn't have to share the gourmet food with her.
I've never seen a more lackadaisical lover being portrayed on the silver screen as a desirable catch. He seems content to have her around, mildly lonely without her, but little else. Especially when you figure in what my friend told me of their on-again off-again relationship throughout the series. I just can't imagine it takes a man six years to figure out that You Are The One. It looks more like I Guess You're the One Because No One Else is Coming Along and I'm Not Getting Any Younger.