I enjoyed the show so will probably see it at some point, although it’s not really something that needs to be seen at the cinema is it? Might wait for it to come out on DVD. The friend who got me into the show has dumped me (it would seem) so I don’t know anyone who would really want to see it with me anyway.
I agree that the show on the whole did nothing for the image of women, and it is the only show that has inspired me to nearly throw my TV across the room in frustrated rage (more than once). When Charlotte broke up with a guy she was planning to move in with because he liked a different crockery set to her… well, I nearly blew a blood vessel.
I never watched the series. Or, correction, one night at the gym, while I was waiting for the pool to reopen after a thunderstorm, I watched a few minutes of an episode. At that point i had the whole series in my Netflix queue, but I removed it.
Why? Because it looked slooooooow. It looked like one of those shows where 20 minutes of action was spread out over one hour. I hate that.
This is why I like reading. I can read a Candace Bushnell novel* as fast as I want.
As I have a penis, I won’t be seeing this film in the theaters.
I don’t really have a problem with the show. It’s basically escapist fantasy for women just like Entourage is for men. And after having moved to NYC, I think I get a much greater appreciation for sitcoms and movies set in the city.
Mr. Big. It’s a reference from the first episode when Samantha describes him as the next Donald Trump. Basically he’s a bigshot in business and is stinking loaded.
I think you’ve hit on something there. From what I’ve seen of “Entourage”, it looks like similarly moronic crap. So maybe the divide isn’t between males and females (and gay males), but between people who get into that kind of stuff and people who just don’t.
You don’t even finally learn his real name until the very last episode of the series, when Carrie calls him John on the phone.
And for all youse guys: I have a dick, am not gay and still thoroughly enjoyed the seasons I saw. Will be happily accompanying the wife to the cinema next weekend to see it.
I was a big fan of the series. Don’t take it too seriously but thoroughly enjoyed it. Lots of laughs, tears, thoughtful moments for me. Just saw the movie this evening, enjoyed it very much. I dunno, I’m not “fashionable,” I don’t wear heels, I don’t sleep or date around, but I can relate to a group of female friends and their struggles in friendship and love.
I like my TV shows to have an engaging stories and characters I give a crap about. I know SATC is not realistic, but I like it anyway.
One thing a professor mentioned to my class in business school was that most people do not live the kind of lifestyle we take for granted. They do not go out for dinners at expensive restaurants or go barhooping and clubbing on the weekends. I like Entourage because I can relate to certain aspects of their lifestyle. Not so much the Hollywood stuff, but definitely the partying and goofball antics. It’s an idealized version of you and your friends if you had a lot more money. SatC is the same for women. Ever single professional girl in New York sees a bit of themselves in at least one of the women in the show.
Well, women I know in NYC most certainly do live the Sex And The City lifestyle…one owns a condo worth over a million dollars (she bought it for $250,000) and she is good friends with another woman who won an Emmy for a television show in NYC, who is also friends with a woman who just got back from Switzerland visiting a girlfriend (who bought her and her husband a 14 cruise to Greece and Turkey for her birthday), and good friends with another friend who is the head of production and works with every large music group who ever comes to NYC. Those were the women that I, as a Gay guy, hung around with when I lived there.
Normal? Probably not - but every one of those women moved to NYC, as young women, from really small towns, and when I lived there, they most certainly lived that lifestyle.
No, not normal. I lived in NYC for 2.5 years. I knew OF women living those lifestyles, but I never actually met one. I almost never saw women walking down the street in clothing like that featured on the series. I met people who had access to lots of money, but they weren’t the type to spend it on status bags and heels; they were either furthering their education or waiting to settle down before using it. I guess I hung out with the “wrong crowd,” but I’m sure I am much, much closer to the average “person from small town who moves to the big city.” There are a few SaTC girls here and there, but there are about a million of me, struggling to pay rent and shopping at H&M.
Yeah, my wife lived in NYC after moving there from Buffalo, got her degree there and worked to make ends meet. She couldn’t relate to that show whatsoever.
Some people live that life and others don’t. This is not a major revelation people. I know people here in LA that live like Carrie, right down to having a job that makes you wonder how it pays for the life they live. I also know plenty of people who would go into heart failure at the idea of a $400 pair of shoes.
I have to agree wholeheartedly. I watched the season premiere all those years ago and afterwards had to conclude that there wasn’t a single character I actually liked. All I saw was four whiny, self-asborbed vacuous women. Blah - and my two best mates on the planet have SaTC cocktail parties! (Of course, I’m invited too, but I play pool with the boys in the shed and drink beer, watching football instead.)
I was and am profoundly not interested, but I still ended up seeing the movie Saturday night with my girlfriend and four other (female) friends. I’ve seen the show. I definitely wasn’t a fan and I object to the notion that it’s any kind of feminist anything, but that’s been debated to death anyway.
Watching this movie - in a theater packed with women; mostly young women who’d gotten dressed up and apparently taken the train from Long Island - was like taking a trip to Mars. I experienced something like Brechtian alienation for most of the movie because I had so little connection to the characters. Miranda was the only one who seemed to be a human being with an interesting and human problem.
A couple of disjointed observations, if I may:
*If you hear an entire crowd of people gasp in horror when a character takes a bite of chocolate cake… you might be at the Sex and the City movie.
*If you turn to your girlfriend/wife during one of the endless clothing montages and say “I just figured out why this movie is two and a half hours long”… you might be at the Sex and the City movie. [The “and Vera… and Dior…” one scene was particularly painful.]
*The show was no comedic masterpiece, but I don’t remember it being this unfunny. Almost every joke fell flat.
*The movie should have been much shorter. Toward the end it was ridiculously padded out - either forgive the guys or don’t, but bring some resolution one way or another. For a long time the movie seemed to be resisting finding an ending. I noticed that Carrie had no ‘written’ internal monologue for most of the movie; if she’d had one she would have had to resolve her issues one way or another.
*If there is a record for Most Unanswered phone Calls in a Movie, I’m sure this is the title holder. I almost wish I’d kept track of how many calls went to voicemail.
The wife and I saw it today and found it fun to watch. It was about what we expected. Good to see the girls one last time. We both enjoyed it.
The copy we watched must have been film and not digital, because instead of the usual obnoxious pixellation the Thai censors use on digital films, we had the old-fashioned Vaseline smears covering up the sex scenes, even the one early on between Miranda and Steve where nothing is shown. The censors are so weird. Guys’ butts were okay to show, the one scene of a woman’s breast was okay, but all of the sex scenes (apart from the masturbating dog), were Vaselined over. And we saw it at the cinema in The Emporium; if we had seen it at the Scala, there’s a good chance there’d have been no censoring. You just never can tell.
