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I've never watched the korean's version of My Sassy Girl before, but I just watched the American's remake of it. Although I heard that the Korean's version would elicit more laughter (don't they always?), I think the english version is so heartfelt, really made me tear! This movie reminds me of The Lakehouse. And this story isn't typical either, I think the plot's interesting. You'd know if you've watched the Korean version.

Charlie Bellow: On the reasons to stop seeing her side we have:
One, on going physical danger.
Two, high likely-hood of a broken heart.
Three, uh career sabotage.
Four, she is clinically insane.
Five, she seems to enjoy my pain.
Six, fourteen piece matched set of Louis Vuitton emotional baggage.
Seven, I haven't even kissed her yet, for God's sakes.
Eight, she's ruining my life.
Leo: And the reasons to keep seeing her?
Charlie Bellow: I'm in love with her.

It's so sad I'm not able to show you the heartfelt letter written by Jordan to Charlie somewhere towards the end of the show! Cos it's so long and I can't find the excerpt in the internet. It was so moving! I really enjoyed Jordan's character in this show because she's so weird in her own way and completely insane, and the things she did were so unique.

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