Sex and The City: The Movie
Sex and the City: The Movie
Today I could have done laundry or changed the sheets or vacuumed the rug, or lined my garden with the stones I pulled out of a Smoky Mountain creek on Saturday. Instead, I went to see the new Sex and The City Movie.
I was a fan of the series. I started watching it while I was still in college, and I loved the way Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda, and of course, Samantha, lived their lives. They were modern, independent, sophisticated, successful professional women who achieved it all without being dependent upon a man, and at the time, as a young 20-something, I liked that idea.
I liked that these characters were four, adult women who maintained adult friendships. Actually, I still like the idea of adult women who are true friends to each other. Most of all, I liked how kick-as.s these women were. Sure, they wanted to find/have a good relationship with a man, but their main goal in life was not to have the storybook wedding (well, except for Charlotte, but she was always the geeked out girl on the series). Instead, they had established their own identities and were functioning in the world with their own careers and paying their own bills (and that does include Charlotte). Any man they dated had to be good enough, and they weren’t settling because they didn’t have to.
Today, I went into that theater, and the series characters had been replaced by squealing, teenaged-acting forty-something-year old women dressed in hideous clothing, and ridiculous, overpriced shoes and I wondered why I ever thought these characters were so great. I swear, those ladies must have squealed 10 times throughout this 2 hour and 15 minute movie. It was like a John Hughes movie gone horribly awry – there was too much cheese and too many sappy music moments.
As I watched the movie, I couldn’t help but wonder (sorry, I couldn’t resist) what I ever thought was so great about Carrie Bradshaw, who has a closet full of shoes that she can’t afford and a maxed out credit card – is that someone to look up to? Then again, she was sort of a successful columnist who had been published, so I guess I can overlook the irresponsibility of the shoes. Still, the end of the story is that 3 of the 4 women end up married. The series wasn't about single, fabulous independent women - it was about women who took a long time to get married. The series/movie doesn’t totally sugarcoat marriage, as we do get to see Charlotte and Miranda deal with real marital conflicts (Charlotte in the series and Miranda in the movie) but in the end, the main character, Carrie Bradshaw finally gets her Prince Charming, and that’s the end. And she lived happily ever after. Great.
It's still light out. I could put those stones down in the garden. The stones are rounded, which means they've been underwater a really long time.