sex and the...yawn... huh? what? oh right... city... sex and the city... a movie review

so yeah, after all that rambling around in memory lane.... memory hellhole? lol... anyway we were pretty cranky last night so we finally saw the Sex and the City movie... (serious plot spoilers ahead, if you care). we watched that show pretty often for a while, a couple years ago, then got sick of it. the women are always doing such stupid things.

i felt the same way about the movie. it was fun to see the girls again, but then they did such stupid things. like, when chris noth was coming back to get carrie, after his moment of doubt, why didn't they just talk for a few minutes and then go back to the wedding? why did she feel like she had to never speak to him again? how can anyone cut someone out of their life like both Carrie and Miranda did when they were mad at their guys? (women who date/marry other women don't usually do that, for those of you who aren't familiar with our mating habits... we tend to be friends for life with all our exes... there was a joke about "an army of ex-lovers cannot fail" (this is of course a spoof on the 1970's gay liberation slogan, "an army of lovers cannot fail," which in turn was a reference to the ancient Sacred Band of Thebes).

but i digress.

seriously though, how stupid is it to refuse to talk to the person you supposedly love best, when you are upset with them? i mean, who taught these women how to ... how to exist in the world?? where did they get these insane ideas?

(perhaps more to the point, how did i get similar insane ideas? ok, i never suffered from their particular delusion, but i did learn stupid things - like that i should not be honest about things that hurt or upset me, but instead keep quiet and pretend everything's ok, rather than 'rocking the boat'... so in a way i learned the opposite... *sigh* still trying to unlearn that one!)

i guess part of the movie's sort-of-point was that they should learn to be more forgiving, but it was no Philadelphia Story.

honestly i would rather have watched them work through things, struggle and grow together, instead of having childish tantrums, storm off, and six months later reunite in a golden glow.

anyway, it was a bit long - a half hour was already sometimes a bit much with the Carrie voiceover... feature length, ugh.

oh and did i mention the Black servant? yes. i kid you not. they finally introduce a character of color, and it's a Black maid. I mean, personal assistant with computer science degree. whatever. and she's a soul mama and she helps Carrie get in touch with her feelings. 1953, anyone???

i dunno, what do you think?

on the plus side the fashion was quite interesting and elegant... living anyplace but NYC it's hard to imagine that yes, there really are women who wear those clothes, all the time. not to mention those shoes.

it's been quite a weekend but i think i'll put some of that in another post...