...is the word I'd use to describe some of the reviews I've read so far of "Sex And The City, The Movie".From NYT:
a vulgar, shrill, deeply shallow — and, at 2 hours and 22 turgid minutes, overlong
Salon.com:
The latter Carrie is the one we get in this padded push-up version of "Sex and the City." She's a half-pint Norma Desmond: Every time she does something as simple as walk through a doorway, she's announcing, "I'm ready for my closeup."
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The movie's costumes have, once again, been scrounged up by the dread Patricia Field, who puts poor Carrie into a series of god-awful designer mishmashes that might have been tolerable on the small screen but that scream down at us like banshees from the big one.
I'm trying to round up some of my LA Bagista's to go see it on Sunday. If we make it, I'll give you my review.
The top prize for Withering Heights goes to the New Yorker's Anthony Lane. In the June 9 issue (online, not yet in print), he bestows this subtitle on SATC, the movie: "The Lying, the Bitch, and the Wardrobe."
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Ugh. Since I heard news that there would be a SATC movie, I've honestly dreaded its coming. I loved the show, own all the DVDs. But a movie? I just couldn't (and still can't) conceive of anything great coming from it. I was happy to let the show end as it did. But I must see the movie, of course. It is what us loyal SATC fans must do. :) Look forward to your review!
ReplyDeleteDamn their oily hides I say, to quote Mr. Burns. I'm going to watch it and glory in all its vapid excess.
ReplyDeleteVapid excess is about right. But I don't really have any problems with the acting. If anything, I'm impressed that the actors could pull off that script. Adults behaving like adolescents all over the place! And I don't know anyone who dresses like that, or more to the point, wants to, even if they do come into funds. Patricia Fields's style is still stuck in the 90s.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I found it highly enjoyable. The odd script did manage to nicely highlight the theme of forgiveness. And Samantha was worth the price of admission, service charge, and dinner before. I disagree with Linda Grant's labeling of her character as a vamp. That's pretty old school, and has dangerous connotations. What is it we call men of a certain age who continue to play the field? All I can think of is playboy. So by that logic, Samantha is a playgirl. And good for her.