Chick flicks are a time honored tradition in American cinema. They are easy to write (they all have the same plot formula). Women flock to go see them as a way to share their pain about the men in their lives. They also share the pain with the men in their lives by dragging them to these movies, guaranteeing double the revenue because at least half of the people in the theater don't want to be there.
Now I haven't seen many chick flicks in my time. Mainly because I haven't been on many of those, what do you call them
dates? However, I was dragged to this one and while the movie posters and trailers guarantee estrogen spilling and that Gerard Butler will be killing zero Persians, I was pleasantly surprised, mainly because of this: