I went to see the Sex and the City movie yesterday. It was okay. I’ll post a review on my lj because I can cut for spoilers there, and anything I would have to say about it would probably be too spoilery.
Except the following:
1. Was David Eigenberg (Steve) drunk through the whole film? Why was he constantly holding his head in that weird way? I kept expecting him to throw up all over himself, seriously. I guess he was supposed to be choked with emotion but he just seemed like he was fighting to be coherent.
2. Samantha’s neighbor? HOT. We didn’t get anywhere near as much full-frontal as has been implied, but that man is HOT. He should have been in the movie more.
3. Everybody looked old. Especially Candice Bergen; it was very sad.
4. Yes. If you grew up in St. Louis you have seen Meet Me in St. Louis. No, I’m not being sarcastic. That rang more true for me than anything else in the movie. We wtached it in elementary school. We learned all the songs.
5. SJP, I’m sorry. But you are not that pretty. I do not want or need to see you modelling outfits for what felt like ages. Over and over again. It’s supposed to be a movie, not an ego massage. Yes, you have a beautiful figure, despite those gnarly bowlegs. From thighs to neck you are perfect, and I mean that sincerely. But you are not pretty and watching you try on clothes and put various expressions on those horsey facial features of yours does not give us the same kind of pleasure we get seeing, say, Beyonce doing the same thing. It’s boring.
…and that’s about all I can say, for general non-spoiler comments.
They’ve done a remake of The Women, which is an old-movie gem with Joan Crawford and Rosalind Rusell. Apparently, in keeping with modern mores, they’ve included a childbirth scene in the film, because while the original had lots of women being bitchy and saying clever things and that made it awesome and worth seeing, women today will not go to a film if a baby is not being born. Or so filmmakers seem to think. It’s very irritating.
And last night the hubs and I watched The Breakfast Club and realized that, all these years later, we essentially still have the entire film memorized. Seriously. We recited it. Whole stretched of information from my years of education are missing, but I can repeat “I know, and I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around on the floor with other guys,” with hand gestures and facial expressions. “Over the panties…no bra…Calvins rolled up in a ball on the front seat past eleven on a school night?”