regretting (dating) you

Bring your girls. Bring your snacks. Leave your man at home.

Just saw Regretting You, and it’s official: romance movies are SO back. I must admit, I was the most annoying person in that packed theater. I may or may not have stood up, obstructing the views of 7 rows behind me.

Regardless of where you land on the Hoover debate, Regretting You sparks conversation. Some call her bold, others call her problematic, but no one can deny she knows how to get people talking. Regretting You dives into more than just romantic love. It’s about mothers and daughters, forgiveness, and the hard work of rebuilding when trust is gone.

While plenty of the men in this movie remind us why we keep our standards sky-high, Miller completely steals the show. Finally — a man written with actual depth, empathy, and presence. And that end scene? Yeah. Sure, he’s not perfect, but he’s the kind of good that feels believable. Miller listens, shows up, and somehow manages to make emotional maturity look attractive instead of intimidating. He’s the antidote to the “bare minimum” epidemic of today. You watch him and think, okay, so this is what effort looks like. Miller gives the story balance. He makes the messy parts feel worthwhile, and he reminds us why we still root for love despite all the chaos. He’s proof that romance movies aren’t dead — they’ve just been waiting for someone who actually earns the title of “love interest.”

So take this as your cinematic reminder: stop making excuses for people who don’t show up. Don’t romanticize confusion. Don’t call inconsistency “mystery.” If he’s making you guess how he feels, that’s not chemistry — that’s emotional dodgeball.

Cry a little, laugh a lot, and let this one remind you that love. in all its messy, imperfect forms, is still worth showing up for.