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A few weeks ago I boasted about how I wasn't going to be strutting my stilettos over to see the new "Sex and the City" movie. Then a few weeks later my summer movie preview post included the following quote under the heading "Movies I Would See To Please A Good Friend:
My good friend Kay talked me into almost seeing it on opening weekend. The only reason we didn't is because all the shows were sold out until 1am. I know I won't escape next time so I might as well slip on my Jimmy Choos and get ready.
Well Kay and I saw the "Sex and the City" movie last weekend, and no, we weren't the final two women in the world who hadn't seen it. There were plenty of women in the audience---and a sprinkling of men---so many in fact, we had to sit in the second row of the theatre in order to sit together.
If you've never watched a movie from the second row, you've missed one of the more memorable movie going experiences. Let's just say Mr. Big wasn't just a nickname anymore. That'll teach Kay and I to go for our Starbucks' fix ten minutes before showtime.
As for the movie itself? I found it moderately entertaining. Too long at two hours and fifteen minutes, but moderately entertaining. At what seemed the movie's three quarter mark, it suddenly occurred to me that Jennifer Hudson was supposed to be in the movie. She showed up ten minutes later, but not before Kay asked me in frustration what time it was and how long the movie was supposed to be.
All the usual elements of a "Sex and the City" episode were there: Carrie's funky fashions, Samantha's explosive libido, Charlotte's sunny disposition and Miranda's holier than thou attitude.
***Warning Will Robinson, spoilers up ahead!***
The several plot threads revolved around all the characters we've come to know: Big and Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) and whether or not they'd get married; Miranda and Steve and how they'd handle his infidelity; Samantha and Jerry and how she could maintain a monogamous relationship while still satisfying her sex drive; Charlotte and Harry and how many cute scenes they could have with their adorable daughter Lily.
Thankfully all the women were more grown up than in the the TV show and Carrie benefited the most from that much needed maturity. For example, instead of being the doormat I expected her to be after Big leaves her at the altar, she beats him up with her wedding bouquet and kicks him and his custom made walk in closet to the curb.
Miranda fared the worst in the maturity stakes. She'd turned into a Blackberry addicted, over-scheduled, work-a-holic whose marriage to an easygoing "average guy" was crashing under the weight of her rigid expectations and her surly disposition.
The things I didn't like about the TV show, I didn't like about the movie. Big is not my idea of the ideal man, but Chris Noth at least gave him a bit more depth in the movie than we ever saw in the TV show. I never believed Charlotte and Harry as a couple and watching them have sex was kind of like watching your parents have sex: something you knew took place but that you never, ever wanted to see.
The highlight of the movie was Dante, the object of Samantha's ogling desire and a joy to behold. He had the luscious body of an Adonis and Samantha wasn't the only one wanting a piece of his action.
And though it may sound like I'm totally down on the movie, I'm really not. Any movie that deals with real world, modern day, mature women---and I don't mean mature in age, I mean temperament---I'm okay with it. If they write more roles for minority women, I'll be even more okay with it.
More "Sex and the City Posts:"
Fellow BlogHer Contributing Editor Liz Rizzo liked the movie and says, "It's Not All About The Shoes."
Fellow BlogHer Contributing Editor Trisha Okubo has a roundup of fashion blogs that show you how to get the "Sex and the City" style, and all kinds of style, on a budget.
MelSil's post examines "Sex and the City" and feminism.
Kat at Love Me, Hate Me has been inspired to watch reruns of the TV show after having seen the movie.
Megan Smith is a BlogHer Contributing
