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"Let's dance," is not the same thing as, "I love you."
on July 12, 2011
When we first catch sight of Mary Fiore (Jennifer Lopez) in action, she is depicted as a lying, manipulative business commando more interested in precision than the mental state or happiness of her clients. Mary will say and do anything to make certain HER weddings go off without a hitch. All her clients have to do is show up and let her shove them around. Then she goes home alone, no surprise, and we're expected to feel sorry for her. They spend half the movie building her up as some ironclad bully in high heels only to abruptly reduce her to a wishy-washy whiner caught up in some slapstick antics only the Marx Brothers could pull off.
Mary meets her foil, in guise of a possible suitor (Matthew McConaughey), when a runaway dumpster almost takes her out. Instead, he takes her out. Oh by the way, he's otherwise engaged (but while the intended is away, the rat will play). In true Harlequin fashion they almost kiss (does this make their indiscretion chaste but not pure?). When next the liars meet it's with the intended wife in tow, they revel in the awkwardness of the situation and say nothing until they can snipe at each other during a dance lesson. Both are now seen for what they truly are, petty loathsome liars (he can't say anything because he's about to be married and she can't say anything because money is involved and she doesn't want to lose her partnership in the firm). The plot deepens into a morass of bigger lies, not the least of which is a misunderstood engagement to some guy named Massimo. Horses get involved in this peccadillo, an appendage falls off of a statue, Mary gets drunk, two marriage ceremonies are left in ruins...but this is, after all, a romance, so none of the collateral damage matters.
More telling though is when the doctor tells Mary that he knows absolutely nothing substantive about her but her jaw and eyes stir deeper emotions within him. Not exactly the same thing as love, I believe he was describing lust. In fact, I don't believe he ever said he loved her, to her. He made an offhand remark about it in passing to someone else, but he never said he loved her. How romantic.