Posted on 05/31/2008 9:24:57 PM PDT by A_perfect_lady
Ive just seen Sex and the City and now Im going to review it. There will be spoilers. If youre still waiting with baited breath to see this movie (a description that I doubt applies to many Freepers) dont read any further unless youve already guessed that its going to be pretty much like a Jane Austen story but with gratuitous sex scenes, designer clothes, and a plethora of clichéd observations about life and love. In other words, a happy ending, and no one dies.
I should say right away, I was expecting someone to die because Id overheard a rumor a month ago that the movie was going to have a lot of huge surprises, and it might be that someone dies. So through the whole movie I kept waiting for Mr. Big (who is indeed getting portly) to have a heart attack. Alas, he didnt.
I should also admit I never watched the series. I saw about five minutes of it once, enough to see that Carries needy pursuit of an unavailable man, Mr. Big, was painful and pathetic to watch, and that Samantha was a trollop. Beyond that I knew nothing, and my friend who accompanied me to the movie had to spend the first ten minutes whispering, Thats Miranda, shes bitter thats Charlotte, shes the romantic Oh, Big has put Carrie through a LOT over the years
So perhaps Im in a good position to assess the movie objectively, as I have no attachment to the characters. This, then, is what I noticed.
1) Superflous designer porn: Many of the scenes were completely unnecessary from a plot-development point of view. They were merely excuses to show the women trying on designer clothes.
2) Artsy shots: Most of Sarah Jessicas entrances start with the camera on her shoes, then panning up her long, shapely legs until finally (reluctantly?), settling on her face. Now, much has been said about her face, but really, the only thing that bothers me is that monstrous wart on her chin. I was in the second row, so that baby was the size of my fist. I do not know why no one has taken her aside and said, Do not give me the speech about how imperfections make your face unique. Believe me, your face is already plenty unique. Get rid of that wart before I take an exacto knife and do it myself.
3) Reality level: The movie seemed very much one long female fantasy. That is to say, in it, at least two female characters who have been dumped, toyed with, used, stood up, and otherwise treated in a very cavalier manner by the man of their dreams, finally have the satisfaction of having that man come back to them and say, I was a fool; you are The One. Im no expert, but I have observed over the years that men usually know their One way early in the game. They dont have to tie her to the bumper car of life and drag her behind it for a year or ten. I think they abandoned the Hes Just Not That Into You writer and decided that theyd write the script so that he IS into her, dammit, he IS. He just needs TIME. He has ISSUES. Hes SCARED. But really, youre The One. Really. You are. And when the time comes, you wont need that designer wedding dress. Whatever.
4) Gratuitous sex scenes: most of them were played for comic relief, but they were so graphic I actually looked away. I mean, the usual sex scene consists of some sweaty flesh and sinous movement, but these were more of the Ooo, watch the vigorous humping, look at those buttock clench style that frankly makes your average cinema writhe seem graceful in comparison.
5) The characters themselves: Honestly? The women were kind of irritating, at least to me, because I didnt have any built-in loyalty. Charlotte seemed like a nice enough girl, but the rest, oy. Samantha seemed like an aging trollop who is putting on weight and getting increasingly crass. Miranda is so unpleasant I couldnt understand why anyone married her. Carrie is just on camera way too much. Heres Carrie trying on old dresses and modeling them. Heres Carrie trying on wedding dresses and modeling them. Heres Carrie flinging her hair. Heres Carrie dying her hair. Heres Carrie with feathers in her hair. Heres Carrie crying. Heres Carrie laughing. Heres Carrie sleeping. Here is Carries 100th close up. Heres Carries wart. Its coming to get you.
6) The characters, part II: the men were well Samanthas boyfriend seems okay. Charlottes husband didnt abuse his three minutes of screen time. Mr. Big is now a heavy set, middle-aged fellow who always seems about to heave a heavy sigh, rub his face tiredly, and go to sleep. The only character I liked was Mirandas husband, a man who had my sympathies all the way through no matter what he did.
7) The End: no big surprises, really. Sooner or later everyone makes up, or makes a decision that doesnt surprise anyone. All the women try on more designer dresses, hug each other, squeal, drink cosmos, talk about love, talk about friendship, and then run around New York in spike heeled shoes, flinging their hair. Oh, wait, there is one big surprise. Someone poops their pants. I wont say who, but I will say that I seemed to be the only one in the theater who didnt think this was uproarously funny. All in all, I give it a C-. In a word, trite.
The fact that such a production garners so much media attention speaks volumes as to the shallowness of our society.
I’ll give you another one ..........inane
I’ll give you another one ..........tripe
I’ll give you another one ..........rap with a silent c
need i go on
Thanks, I needed that. I cannot go see the movie in a theater because I do not have a designer dress to wear, and I hear it is a dress up event. Four inch heels hurt my feet. I am not worthy to view this epic film of our time.
My wife is a huge fan of the show, but she absolutely hated this movie.
Your last word summed it up perfectly.
You know, it’s not like we freeper chicks troll NASCAR threads. You’d think the guys could just lurk... but no.
Probably. My friend said it wasn't as good as the series, but she was glad she went and would probably watch it again when it comes out on DVD.
“Iron Man” and “Indian Jones” are to be taken seriously.
“Sex & the City” appears to be a threat to the nation.
Thank you for bravely watching and reporting. Sounds like the whole movie was a pantload. Gay writers just aren’t what they used to be.
Your comments about Horseface’s chin wart had me in stitches.
It reminded me about the Austin Powers III movie with the riff on the double agent’s face mole.
“It’s a mo.........!”
where is John Candy when you need him, “get a rat to gnaw that thing off” Uncle Buck miss him good comic
What do you expect? It’s a movie made by liberals for liberals.
As time passes, each one of these actresses will go out and make speeches about how materialistic our society is, how Hollywood only has stereotypical roles for women, what big pigs men are (just look at our movie), etc.
I have never seen a single episode...but I understand some people like it.
My review (not seeing the movie):
Just like the television series, Sex and the City is all about a bunch of gay men writing ‘romantic’ porn for women (ie themselves). The men suck and/or are metrosexual and are accessories for the women, just like shoes.
And yes, gay men wrote the series and the movie. Ladies, you wanna explain why you’re so enamored (not FR ladies, mostly) with what gay men think female fantasies are? They’re probably just writing what their gal pals have told them, or what they wish would happen to them.
Puke.
I don’t troll NASCAR threads either, but I have to comment on Sarah Jessica Parker. Even sans wart, I never saw anything attractive about her. She should been the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz — at least the wart would have come in handy.
My daughter saw this movie last night. Here was her review:
“It stinks.”
Thanks, JR, for the link and clip. I’ve seen it fifty times before, and I still laugh.
Mike Myers is a comic genius.
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