Spring Break
SATC brings the 'fabulush' to big screen
'Sex and the City' film spawns differing reactions
Bobby White
Issue date: 6/6/08 Section: Arts & Entertainment
I would beg your attention for one moment. Well, maybe two. The thing is, my dearest friend, my true confidant, I am in a tizzy. You see, the lights vanished and lights flickered and cheeks were stained by salty moist diamonds. Never before has such wonder caused this erratic rush of pure feelings in me. And how was this magnificent thing received by the masses you ask? Well I shall tell you. Scoffed by those who had yet to witness the event; you are quite confused at this point, are you not?
Four words rung from major city to tiny towns: Sex and the City. Please do not stop reading. In my downtime, I explored the web, looking into the opinions of the fools who judge without as much as a thought. Let me give you a quickie. Comments ranged from, "Girls will be influenced into being sluts," to "Superficiality with an emphasis on labels," to "Stupidity supreme," to "Four drunken sluts buying overpriced crap."
You get the gist. Slightly obnoxious, like an ape typing up comedy (I'd make a comment about a certain recent flick of which I actually watched, but then I would be sinking to that level). But let me dive into this one head deep, and perhaps you will understand things through my eyes.
The clothes were darling. It was as if the mystical Vogue closet opened up to these exquisite friends and each moment was worth the cover. God bless Anna Wintour, in the name of the Mother and of the daughters and of the holy purse, AMEN. However fantastic they were, they were just that, fantasy. How many people wear a bird on their wedding day?! Though the tag line of the two big "Ls" has its appeal and Manhattan is the American Mecca of everything "fabulush," you must look beyond this. Most women realize owning a $500 shoe is ridiculous unless you pull the money. But let us leave it at this, another article another day.
As for this little whore thing, it is truly a lark. What random man does Carrie sleep with this time? Miranda? Who does Samantha seduce? We can't forget Charlotte, ha. Oh wait, they don't. Sure, the ever-playful Samantha faces temptation from a certain Dante, but she instead turns to a bigger vice, binging. In fact, the one incident of sexual promiscuity that occurred was by a man! Let us not cliché girls. The quartet has had their journeys of youth, but was it always sex for that sake? Not to deviate from the task at hand, but had not the lusty accounts of the past resided within an actual relationship, not for the sake of a nights delights (the one exception being the ever-lovable Samantha). Now this could land into a debate on the double standard that exists in the bedroom, but again, another day. The point stands, this is not a movie about sex; it is a movie about relationships.
Four words rung from major city to tiny towns: Sex and the City. Please do not stop reading. In my downtime, I explored the web, looking into the opinions of the fools who judge without as much as a thought. Let me give you a quickie. Comments ranged from, "Girls will be influenced into being sluts," to "Superficiality with an emphasis on labels," to "Stupidity supreme," to "Four drunken sluts buying overpriced crap."
You get the gist. Slightly obnoxious, like an ape typing up comedy (I'd make a comment about a certain recent flick of which I actually watched, but then I would be sinking to that level). But let me dive into this one head deep, and perhaps you will understand things through my eyes.
The clothes were darling. It was as if the mystical Vogue closet opened up to these exquisite friends and each moment was worth the cover. God bless Anna Wintour, in the name of the Mother and of the daughters and of the holy purse, AMEN. However fantastic they were, they were just that, fantasy. How many people wear a bird on their wedding day?! Though the tag line of the two big "Ls" has its appeal and Manhattan is the American Mecca of everything "fabulush," you must look beyond this. Most women realize owning a $500 shoe is ridiculous unless you pull the money. But let us leave it at this, another article another day.
As for this little whore thing, it is truly a lark. What random man does Carrie sleep with this time? Miranda? Who does Samantha seduce? We can't forget Charlotte, ha. Oh wait, they don't. Sure, the ever-playful Samantha faces temptation from a certain Dante, but she instead turns to a bigger vice, binging. In fact, the one incident of sexual promiscuity that occurred was by a man! Let us not cliché girls. The quartet has had their journeys of youth, but was it always sex for that sake? Not to deviate from the task at hand, but had not the lusty accounts of the past resided within an actual relationship, not for the sake of a nights delights (the one exception being the ever-lovable Samantha). Now this could land into a debate on the double standard that exists in the bedroom, but again, another day. The point stands, this is not a movie about sex; it is a movie about relationships.
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