Something about 30 about 30 something
She walked alone on her way to the bus stop. taking out the mobile from the purse, she dialed one of those hot keys. "hello honey! yeah i'm back! are you coming to pick me up?" "ah... you are at work? oh well.. ok... no no no, i'll be fine, don't worry! i'll talk to you when you finish work ok?" she cut off the line, then pressed another number. "hey i'm back! can you come to pick me up? what? your work is always more important than me... ok good! you'll never need to come to pick me up again..." hung up the phone, she grumbled a little while with a frown, then taking out the mobile dialing again. "hi jack it's me!" "are you still sleeping? it's alreay 7am in NYC!" "yeah i just got at taipei... so tired... missing my bed........"
In the film she is a 30 year old single woman, working as a stewardess in an international airline. In the reality she might be a marketing person in a IT company, a fashion shop owner, a business woman in a trading company, a school teacher, a nurse, a lawyer, or a writer. the common ground is, they're decent, financially independent, in their 30's, and not married yet.
they're not lack of admirers. in fact, they might be in one (or more) relationship(s)... sometimes, or all the time; in past, present, or present perfect tense; with age range from 20's to 40's; single, married, or divorced with 2 kids men. they might have several 'good' male friends, who might used to be their admirers, bfs, dates, or bed partners. they might still fancy those guys a bit, or might not like them but enjoy in having their attention, but due to the fact that nothing could be worked out they turned out to be 'good' friends. while when hearing the socalled 'good friend' is getting married, they would still feel a bit bitter at heart.
they don't really NOT want to get married. in fact, they're desperate to get married as MOST of 30ish girls did. while the problem is, they haven't met the one who they can marry to. or they've met the one but at wrong time wrong place. or they've met the one but they screwed things up themselves. so they keep floating on troubled water, grabing everything in sight eagerly to rely on, confusing that if the one they hold tight can rescue them out of the water, or merely saving them from drowning for a bit. most of time they live well on their own, only sometimes when they're sick or in trouble or... under the quake, they'd wish to have a pair of strong arms and shoulders to lean on right away; or when the god damned radio keeps reminding the vday's coming, they'd swear to get a bf before then. ultimately they start to wonder if they need a man only because they're lonely and vulnerable, or because they're lack of emotional independency? because they want to get married, or because they persue love?
in 30's, every questions begin to be seen more seriously, urgently, and realistically than in 20's. they can't live for LOVE ONLY any more. they have to take material factors into consideration. altho they would always accidentally run into those "LOVE MATTERS!" young guys in their mid-20's, who're more fun, energetic, fresh, adventurous, brave, straighforwad, and innocent; who would tell them they're younger but they have mature mind, how many dreams they have for the future and want two people to accomplish together and grow up together, how much they love them and want to marry them, and they haven't had a lot of property yet but one day in the future they will... ; who would take them out dancing, biking, camping, hiking, bowling, partying... but not dining in a classical french resturant with live violin play and a bottle of burgundy red wine; who might be able to erect over 7 times per night, but might still learn to find the right way in girls' secret garden.
Back to the movie 20.30.40... it's more like a reality show to me than a movie, which only expresses the surface of those females' reaction, feelings, ways to deal with their life and relationships, while deep inside there're still a lot more being able to present. oh well, it's simplly a movie.
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