Gotcha there didn't I. Sorry if you thought this was going to be a down and dirty look into the inner workings of bedroom Coffeewallah, nothing so exciting. After several friends insisted that I Must See Sex and the City, on the spur of the moment I departed early, for me anyway, and lined up with a couple hundred other people at the doors of Movietowne.
I hate going to Movietowne when there is a "must see" movie on; there are lines at the box office, lines at the concession stand, lines to get in to the movie theatre. And then the real annoyance starts, all those irritating people with bags, boxes of popcorn, sweaters, bits of things draped across rows of seats, holding for friends who come five minutes before the movie starts creating as much disturbance as possible. Understand something, if your damned friend could not get off their ass like the rest of us, and get there in time to secure for themselves an acceptable seat TOUGH SHIT! It's one thing to save A seat, it's another thing to take up a whole row for people who are nowhere close to the cinema at the expense of those who are actually in situ.
What about the movie? Well, what an ode to conspicuous consumerism, I felt like I'd paid to sit in a long ad for Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Manolo and every other designer or company who had paid for product placement. Was it so different from the series you ask? At least each episode had a story of some sort. Think about it, each episode started with Carrie writing her column starting with a question which she then answered describing the antics of herself and friends, this was the premise on which the entire series was based, sadly lacking in the movie. Yes, there was a nice little bit at the beginning to bring everyone into the loop; yes, there were some very funny moments during; yes, there were lots of clothes, shoes, bags, sunglasses etc; yes to the gratuitous sex - lots of thrusting male behinds and hot female bodies but what else?
Hats off to Sarah Jessica Parker, ironically she's not exactly a typical looking star type, she's managed to parlay this role into being a style icon despite wearing some truly awful clothes, that takes talent. Face it girls, some of dem dress and shoes downright ugly, if it didn't have somebody name stitch on it NOBODY would look twice. Listen, I like shoes, clothes and thing but just how much time do I want to devote to that stuff.... The story took a back seat to the product placement. Poor Chris Noth, how could he compete with Vivienne Westwood, it's no wonder the poor man got cold feet and froze. As much as I enjoyed the series I found that it got a trifle tired after a while and a whole movie, hmm. But movies have been made of lesser things so why not right.
Actually it was kind of sad. There were these forty some women, exercised, toned, tanned, accessorised and dressed to within an inch of their lives and you had to wonder. For seemingly successful women they couldn't get past the shallowness of their youth, clinging to the same tired themes, didn't they grow up at all? God how tiresome it must be to be so self involved all the time. There is nothing wrong with wanting to look good but now there are is another generation of conspicuous consumers determined to mortgage their souls and clean out their bank accounts to look like Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda.
Repeat to yourselves, it's only a movie, it's only a movie, it's only a movie.