"I'm not asking for much. I just don't want to be sick in my mouth."
I kind of want to pretend it doesn't exist, but when just about every woman I know has watched it, it's hard.
But I was delighted, for once, to read about "Sex and the City 2", because Hadley Freeman of The Guardian wrote about it so well here, I have printed out the article and pinned it on my office wall to give myself a laugh.
Unlike most of the vitriol-laden reviews which were mean to the point of misogynistic, this was one funny, forthright, and spot on without resorting to snark. Go Hadley Freeman!
I watched the series and liked it sometimes, found it annoying other times, and altogether put it out of my mind after it ended, until the first movie showed up in theatres. Without thinking (obviously), I caught it with a friend, thinking it would be a bit of fun, a lark.
This line from the article summed up my feelings nicely -
"After I saw the first film and emerged from the cinema making a Munch-esque scream..."
Someone just off Michael Patrick King, please. And all the the other people who let him get away these hideous movies. I felt so embarrassed after I watched it, and like I needed to tell to everyone "no, no we're NOT like that."
The two movies are some kind of scam to make as much money as possible from the loyal women who love the series, and ruin the name of women at the same time. Neat.
The TV series felt mostly like a parody to me but the chemistry between the four women and the occasion sharp wit made it adult womanhood seem like something to celebrate. That format just does not translate into film, and the whole crass commercialism of it all just depresses me.
In the end, it's right up there with all the horrible romcoms about marriage-obsessed nutjobs, or those harridans in Judd Apatow-affliated comedies. We don't get that many blockbusters starring women, and this is it?
No wonder all my favourite movies of late have been animated features ("How to Train your Dragon", "Kung Fu Panda", "Up"). My anticipated sequel of the year? "Kung Fu Panda 2".
Picture from here
But I was delighted, for once, to read about "Sex and the City 2", because Hadley Freeman of The Guardian wrote about it so well here, I have printed out the article and pinned it on my office wall to give myself a laugh.
Unlike most of the vitriol-laden reviews which were mean to the point of misogynistic, this was one funny, forthright, and spot on without resorting to snark. Go Hadley Freeman!
I watched the series and liked it sometimes, found it annoying other times, and altogether put it out of my mind after it ended, until the first movie showed up in theatres. Without thinking (obviously), I caught it with a friend, thinking it would be a bit of fun, a lark.
This line from the article summed up my feelings nicely -
"After I saw the first film and emerged from the cinema making a Munch-esque scream..."
Someone just off Michael Patrick King, please. And all the the other people who let him get away these hideous movies. I felt so embarrassed after I watched it, and like I needed to tell to everyone "no, no we're NOT like that."
The two movies are some kind of scam to make as much money as possible from the loyal women who love the series, and ruin the name of women at the same time. Neat.
The TV series felt mostly like a parody to me but the chemistry between the four women and the occasion sharp wit made it adult womanhood seem like something to celebrate. That format just does not translate into film, and the whole crass commercialism of it all just depresses me.
In the end, it's right up there with all the horrible romcoms about marriage-obsessed nutjobs, or those harridans in Judd Apatow-affliated comedies. We don't get that many blockbusters starring women, and this is it?
No wonder all my favourite movies of late have been animated features ("How to Train your Dragon", "Kung Fu Panda", "Up"). My anticipated sequel of the year? "Kung Fu Panda 2".
Picture from here
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Personally, SATC fashion has never really been a big deal for me, so I suppose it was't enough to take the sting out of something so...argh.