Tuesday, June 03, 2008
This Is The Only Thing I'm Going To Say About The 'Sex And The City' Movie (Spoilers Ahead)
This isn't even the half of it. You should see my thighs.
On Saturday afternoon I premixed some cocktails and smuggled them in to the Sex and the City movie. Afterward, my girlfriends and my gays and I all went to an outdoor bar and talked about it, at which point my legs were apparently eaten alive by a band of famished mosquitoes.
I was actually surprised by how much I liked the movie. Based on the trailer, I thought it was going to be lame but it was genuinely funny and I was entertained the whole time. However, I will say one thing (and this is the part where I girl out and pretend that the characters are real people in addition to being my friends)…
Character development was never the series’ strong suit, most notably the fact that Charlotte started out living in the hip West Village while Carrie was living on the stuffy Upper East Side (it should have been reversed). But the big SATC movie gaffe belongs to Pat Field. Carrie would never have worn a suit jacket to her wedding. The girl is all about designer clothing, so to have her wear some thrift shop label-free outfit to her wedding (and did I mention the suit jacket?) was wildly out of character.
Michael Patrick King did Carrie wrong, too. At the end she gives up her dream wedding so she and Big can get married at the court house – exactly like he wanted. She explains away her decision with some b.s. about “rewriting her own rules.” Bitch please. Carrie was a dramatic go-big-or-go-home personality, not a justice of the peace kind of gal. She just did one of those classic girl moves where she convinced herself that she wants what he wants, which is clearly not the case. Besides, marriage is about compromise but aren’t weddings supposed to be about the bride? (and honeymoons about the man finally feeling like he can ask for anal without feeling guilty?)
Okay, I'm done.
Posted by Noelle Hancock