Sunday, June 1, 2008

Sex was Spectacular

Loved it. Giving it all the stars I can, unlike every film reviewer this side of the Atlantic (with the exception of the Rolling Stone critic, who was at least somewhat favorable - he must be gay). Why were all the reviews such crap? Because all the critics were men, that's why. Men who are closet SATC fans, (only slightly different than closet homosexuals) and who have at one time or another been burned by a woman made stronger and more independent thanks to the SATC lifestyle.

Was it Oscar worthy? No way! If anyone was expecting it to be they should have their head checked. It's a gluttonous pleasure - a fantasy playland of what New York City became (after it was at it's best - cheap, grimy artist's haven, porn capital of the world) - the New York City which made us all self-obsessed, alcoholic, label-whoring whores who spent 65% of our salaries on clothing, shoes and handbags, 25% on eating out and 10% on alcohol (lord knows how our rents got paid).

This time around Carrie and Club are older but it doesn't stop them from dressing like tranny waitresses at Lucky Chengs. Gotta love it.

My one complaint? Why did 2/3rds of the girls in the theater dress up like little club kittens to go see this movie? It's a movie people - not the actual 'premiere.' You are at the 7:30 showing at the neighborhood cineplex. Your nips are gonna freeze off in the theater and god forbid you have to pee in the middle, how the hell you are going to make it through the row and down the steps in the dark in those stripper shoes is beyond me. Don't hurt yourself ladies, you might miss the end.

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