Sex and the City
Rated R; Directed by Michael Patrick King; Starring Sarah Jessica Parker, Cynthia Nixon, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis, Chris Noth, Jennifer Hudson, David Eisenberg
Sex and the City got to me. I wanted to hate the whole thing, but there I was, sniffling over Carrie and Miranda’s romantic problems, and cheering Charlotte and Samantha on. Damn it. I cannot be objective. I’ve watched too many episodes of the HBO series, and now find myself sucked back in to the whole gals-in-silly-shoes kind of storytelling. I, who find hiking boots quite fancy footwear, am seduced by this kind of movie. Damn it again.
For those of you who have watched the series, you’ll know all the ins and outs of the characters. For those of you who never watched the series you can catch up with the opening voiceover by Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker). Carrie is still romantically involved with Mr. Big (Chris Noth), Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) is living in the wilds of Brooklyn with husband and child, Charlotte (Kristin Davis) is a happy mommy and wife, and Samantha (Kim Cattrall) is living the good life in Los Angeles with gorgeous boyfriend. The plot moves forward when Mr. Big and Carrie decide to marry.
This movie is not made for men. Any male characters appear intermittently to fulfill their roles as sweeties or commitment-phobes. This movie is meant for women. When the characters are in their 40s, and one even turns 50 (a fabulous 50, I must say) it’s even appealing to us older women. Sex and the City is one huge advertisement for high-style living and designer labels. Of course, the shoes and the silly fashions are hideous, but it’s part of the characters’ shallow lives (yes, I’m being judgmental – I wear hiking boots, remember?).
The movie is designed as an entire season of Sex and the City wrapped up in 145 minutes. There are the emotional crises, the jokes, the raunchy sexual situations, and the heartwarming friendship between four women. How they protect and care for each other helps lift the movie up to a more soulful movie than it deserves. The characters come across much less shallow than the multiple fashion montages would indicate. These gals make up for their lack of sensible shoes.
Sex and the City is not for everyone, trust me. Having estrogen is a prerequisite. As this movie is now my new guilty pleasure I’m giving it a “B-“ (and that minus is only for the ugly Louis Vuitton bag that Jennifer Hudson’s supporting character squeals over). Sigh. I’m such a sucker. Damn it.