I loved the book He's Just Not That Into You. Really, really loved it. The movie? Not so much.
My biggest complaint is that it didn't stay true to the book. For example, Chapter 8 in the book is titled, "He's Just Not That Into You If He's Breaking Up with You." It doesn't say, "He's Sorta Maybe Kinda Not That Into You If He's Breaking Up with You." There's a big difference.
The book states rules. The movie takes the rules, makes them wishy washy, and shows that exceptions to the rules can win out... like, for example, "He May Still Be Really Into You Even If He's Not Marrying You!" Blech.
The movie also made women look like fools. Yes, the book pointed out the many things women do wrong sometimes. We may sit around and wait for the phone to ring. We may check our messages nine hundred times in case we missed his call. We may "accidently" run into a guy. I've done these things. I admit it. And while the book poked fun at these quirks, it didn't make me feel stupid. The movie, on the other hand, takes these foibles to a whole new level. It got so annoying that I wanted to throw Ginnifer Goodwin's character, Gigi, off the movie screen. And that's putting it nicely.
Also, don't plan on being in any sort of suspense during this movie. There won't be any "Will they end up together!?" moments. After the first fifteen minutes, you'll figure out exactly how the movie will end. It's absolutely predictable.
Lastly, on a side note: If, after all of this, you do see He's Just Not That Into You, check out Jennifer Aniston's face -- it looks all out of whack. I'm convinced that when she shot the film, the swelling hadn't gone down yet from her deviated septum surgery. It's a minor detail, yes, but when the movie was already driving me bonkers, every aspect was magnified, and Jen's facial woes got very distracting! -- Jacki Garfinkel