Sex and the City: The Movie premiered in London yesterday and the reviews are in:
There may be a problem with a film when a narrator constantly tells you the meaning of what you have just seen, gift-wrapping each scene with a moral.
There may be a problem with characters who shop with such conviction while the audience looks up from the trough of a credit crunch.
There may be a problem with stretching Sex and the City into a two hour and twenty minute film - it can feel like a never ending dinner party: however pleasant the courses, after a while you can hardly eat another one.
None of these problems seemed apparent to the women who sat around me in the cinema in Leicester Square, laughing and weeping in quick succession. After a while I began to reason like one of the characters: maybe the problem was me.
Oh, so more of the same, then?
Editor
What do you expect from the British? After all, these are the people who brought you Jane Austen, one story after another of “Same Old; Same Old”.
I beg to question why this show was popular enough for a movie. BLARGH! The show was full of these mid-life sleaze-bags who drink too much and spent their lives with their legs open so much they might as well have the gyno do house-calls. AND THE MOVIE IS OVER TWO HOURS LONG?!?! Please God spare me from the trash of these movie trailers, because even 30 seconds is more than I want to bear.
Second that, Batmamma. I hated this show, thought it was trite and empty, and could never understand how it supposedly gave “meaning” (or something) to any particular woman, let alone a “whole generation”. Ugh.
How does/did anyone actually expect this to be good, though?