Being an introverted 20-year-old lesbian geek who happily gets her clothes second-hand or from K-mart, I'm aware that I'm pretty damn far from this movie's target audience, gender aside. That said, I thought this movie was awful
. Although I actually enjoyed it, in a weird way - I was alternately fascinated, amused, and kind of terrified by the sheer level of vapidity, shallowness, egotism, and expectant privilege being proudly paraded around as something everyone ought to aspire to. It's like the characters live in some special hell where you're forced to be a perfect Barbie doll all day, every day, and any minor flaw in that image becomes your own personal Titanic and slowly drives you insane.
Our protagonist was the worst in those aspects - I can't believe people were supposed to sympathize with her trying to force her husband to go out every single night, or that she thinks of "B.C.," as "Before Carrie," and it wasn't
meant to be a joke about her vanity. But seriously, the whole movie. For chrissakes, the climax was about characters desperately trying to avoid having to fly home in coach, with the mere mortals. And then there was that poorly thought out attempt at feminism with the veiled women revealing that they read the same books and wear the same clothes, because although they may pretend
at other cultures, everyone actually just wants to be an upper-class New York socialite.
I also have to say, for a movie in which the universe revolves around clothes (that is, when it gets time off from revolving around Carrie) some of those outfits were laughably bad, IMO. Special mention has to go to the spiky, jewel-encrusted battle armour
on Samantha's dress in the karaoke scene. Okay, I don't know a lot about fashion, but seriously?
Anyway, I thought this
review of SATC2 as a horror movie was another very funny one.
Allow me to paint a scene: a middle-aged man, minding his own business, reading the newspaper on the couch, is terrorized by the shrill banshee (Sarah Jessica Parker) with whom he swore a blood oath with to save his own life at the end of the first movie. She unreasonably demands he take his feet off the sofa. He flees to the bedroom in another scene and turns on the TV. With a preternatural ability to stalk him and cause further misery, she storms in and demands he turn it off. The man bargains with the banshee for some time apart, and his wish is granted only when the beast teams up with three kindred dark souls in order to regroup in the Middle East to plan further exploits.
Edited by furrylump, Feb 25, 2012 @ 5:30 PM.