I’ve always been a fan of the idea of the “urban family”; a collection of no less loyal, honest and lovingly individuals more present than the ideal family.
Like a guilty pleasure (make mine a soft gooey cheese), I’ve been re-watching the sex and the city tv shows over the last little while. Whatever you might think of the show for any number of reasons, it has built six seasons, two movies and a noted brand. The glue that holds the movies together is the friendship over age, time and distance.
The friends who hold you tight when your failing, who make you belly laugh when all you want to do is cry. They know your favourite wine, your guilty snack and when you need to be told the harsh truth…
I call them the 2 am crew and when they are real, they are real and they are there for you, and you them.
Update: This is my 250th post on TVFDH. Feels apt.
Ok, so on Friday night 2 girlfriends and I bit into the Big Media fuss that has been stirred around with Sex and the City 2. The reviews have been almost universally bad; including here in Australia. But for the sake of fun in my often overly serious life, and to celebrate friendship and life in general; we went. I used to watch the series and movie 1 when I needed lightness and to connect with myself and others in a less intense way. I was never easily shocked, but the knowing grin was often on my face. Likewise with this movie. It was fun, and apparently we are helping to push SATC2 out of the box office blues its been labouring under.
There were a few pluses. Regardless, of the female dominated theatre, (30-60 year olds most with girlfriends), the storytelling was more balanced across the genders. I felt as much sympathy for Mr Big at times as for Carrie. In fact even more at times. The girls have largely settled down (to the extent that some of them ever will). The stresses of husband and children, having them or not, dominate the women’s lives. The overseas trip is the fantasy element, both the location and the whole fact of 4 women dropping everything and packing bags (for the second time). It is fun and makes for interesting social commentary on gender. However, I missed seeing New York. It’s almost as if she is a character in her own right, that never signed on, apart from sets of people’s well-manicured apartments.
The laughs were there. For me, a return viewer there were the knowing (charactor or previous plot based laughs), but my friends who had not watched the seasons or SATC1 laughed too, knowing girl laughs or outright humour that was shared by all.
But it is getting old. There is perhaps more to be said, but they may not be the right girls to say it. There is only so many ways one can be type cast. The movie does drag a little in the middle of the two-and-a half hour run, especially compared to number one and the plot pivot point is predictable and, while certainly good looking, is over-blown. The intro they did at the beginning of movie 1 would have been more useful to my first timer friends.
With talk of more sex already, my verdict at this stage is don’t. Leave well done done.
The best part of the whole night; drinking bubbles with the girls afterwards and just being friends. But here is a clip of my favourite scene, the two mums talking:
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