Monday, April 13, 2009

He's Just Not That Into You

And so we've reached the end of our holiday, and here we are at Larnaca Airport awaiting a flight to Frankfurt (it's a long, and fairly dull story) before connecting for London City.

It's been a good trip, and both of us are better for what has been a fairly restful break. I've got four Returning Officer gigs and some council candidate selections to do, whilst Ros returns to the full-time job of President - at least, she's putting in the hours of a full-timer whilst continuing to perform her responsibilities in the Lords.

Our last day was spent pottering around before heading around the coast from Polis to Larnaca. Given that neither of us was terribly keen on a long drive in the darkness, we took the opportunity to arrive back early and catch a movie at the cineplex here in Larnaca. Given that The Fast and the Furious 4 and Confessions of a Shopaholic were the other two options, we picked 'He's Just Not That Into You' as being the sort of non-intellectual but gentle movie that two mature moviegoers could bear.

And it wasn't that bad a movie. Alright, the plot is a bit predictable, and there is a plethora of happy endings - for the 'good' people at least - but as a way of killing two hours or so, I could think of many more less satisfying choices.

Cypriots clearly do late nights better than Ros and I do. The cineplex was pretty quiet when we got there at 7 p.m. yet by the time we left there were hordes of people waiting to catch the various 10 p.m. showings.

We went for the more typical pastime of eating next, and found a restaurant only too willing to serve us the most enormous meze. Too enormous, as it turned out, with enough food left over to feed another couple, I suspect.


Jennie said...

* insert feminist rage about misogynistic writing of female characters here *

Too busy playing with Dreamwidth to actually type rant. Here, try this.

Mark Valladares said...


Not so much misogynistic as the kind of lazy, cliched scriptwriting that makes you cringe if you let it.

Your feelings about the female characters are mirrored by my view of most of the male ones, shallow, needy, evasive of commitment - hardly a glowing endorsement of the male species. Even Ben Affleck's character gives in to conformity in a gush of ickydom at the end.

On the other hand, if it's a choice between wandering the streets of Larnaca for three hours and switching your brain into neutral for three hours, it's an easy call...

Jennie said...

Oh doubtless you're right. I'd have gone for the fast and the furious, though. Similarly vapid characters, but at least pretty vehicles ;)