The movie begins with an arrogant and straitlaced statement. A generalization of women in New York, or maybe just women – ‘Women move to New York in the search of two L’s – Labels and Love’. That’s pretty much the summary of this movie, much to the delight of the hard cores. I’ve always been the outsider. At one time TV viewers could be classified into two-those whose lives came to a stand still for a half hour when HBO aired Sex And The City and the others who stayed a bit longer sometimes between surfing channels - the Outsiders, minority, but they existed.
The hit series in small half hour dozes, was fun to believe in, but to have it blown into a two and a half hour event is a disaster. The half hour episodes fortunately never lasted long enough to convert us into perks who believed life was only about pink drinks, high heels, great sex & designer handbags. But it did tempt many to practice the licence of being cosmetic, acquisitive and superficial.
I don’t mean to sound like Samantha on sex deprivation. Sure, any girl would dream to be with a man who says ‘I’ll take care of it’ with surreal ease while deciding to rent a Fifth Avenue pent house apartment which, was clearly out of the couples discussed budget and correctly defined as ‘real estate heaven.’
After four years of the season finale and the women now being over 40, I was expecting some sort of reality to have kicked in by now, but all I got treated to was a farcical flipping rampage of a designer catalogue where intimacy and relationship issues seemed much smaller than names like Louis Vuitton , Carolina Herrera & Dior.
The movie as I see it, seemed to defy everything the series ever stood for. The episodes had you believing you don’t really need a marriage to complete a relationship, a childless marriage is still a happy one, sexual freedom is only a form of expressing individuality. In the movie however, we experience Charlotte’s happiness of feeling complete upon finding out she’s pregnant, Carrie’s disappointment on the wedding being called off, Samantha practising monogamy (unthinkable) and walking away after being solicited by her very hunky & naked neighbour. Miranda forgiving Steve after, he confessed sleeping with another woman. All of this made them appear to be very much of the ordinary woman living extraordinary lives.
Carrie’s dream of getting married to Big, did not appear big enough in comparison to her Vivienne Westwood wedding dress and the 201 invitees. If you’ve taken pride in being the woman who does not fall for clichéd ‘getting down on one knee proposals’ than why does writing vows hold so much importance? The swing in personalities is a bit confusing.
But maybe that’s what the movie is meant to do. It’s meant to magnify everything which would be normal otherwise. Branded lifestyles, exotic weddings in National Libraries, Mexican getaways to drown the sorrows of being the dumped bride, Fifth Avenue Apartments, karma to die for…
Overall the movie was a tiring attempt of product placement and dragged for a half hour too long.
The hit series in small half hour dozes, was fun to believe in, but to have it blown into a two and a half hour event is a disaster. The half hour episodes fortunately never lasted long enough to convert us into perks who believed life was only about pink drinks, high heels, great sex & designer handbags. But it did tempt many to practice the licence of being cosmetic, acquisitive and superficial.
I don’t mean to sound like Samantha on sex deprivation. Sure, any girl would dream to be with a man who says ‘I’ll take care of it’ with surreal ease while deciding to rent a Fifth Avenue pent house apartment which, was clearly out of the couples discussed budget and correctly defined as ‘real estate heaven.’
After four years of the season finale and the women now being over 40, I was expecting some sort of reality to have kicked in by now, but all I got treated to was a farcical flipping rampage of a designer catalogue where intimacy and relationship issues seemed much smaller than names like Louis Vuitton , Carolina Herrera & Dior.
The movie as I see it, seemed to defy everything the series ever stood for. The episodes had you believing you don’t really need a marriage to complete a relationship, a childless marriage is still a happy one, sexual freedom is only a form of expressing individuality. In the movie however, we experience Charlotte’s happiness of feeling complete upon finding out she’s pregnant, Carrie’s disappointment on the wedding being called off, Samantha practising monogamy (unthinkable) and walking away after being solicited by her very hunky & naked neighbour. Miranda forgiving Steve after, he confessed sleeping with another woman. All of this made them appear to be very much of the ordinary woman living extraordinary lives.
Carrie’s dream of getting married to Big, did not appear big enough in comparison to her Vivienne Westwood wedding dress and the 201 invitees. If you’ve taken pride in being the woman who does not fall for clichéd ‘getting down on one knee proposals’ than why does writing vows hold so much importance? The swing in personalities is a bit confusing.
But maybe that’s what the movie is meant to do. It’s meant to magnify everything which would be normal otherwise. Branded lifestyles, exotic weddings in National Libraries, Mexican getaways to drown the sorrows of being the dumped bride, Fifth Avenue Apartments, karma to die for…
Overall the movie was a tiring attempt of product placement and dragged for a half hour too long.
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