Sex and the City (not really a review)
June 5th, 2008
I was planning on typing a full review, but my lack of desire to do so has gotten the best of me. What follows are the raw thoughts I had while actually in the movie last weekend, uncut, typed on my phone:
For any normal woman, being left on the day of her wedding would be devastating. For Carrie Bradshaw, it’s the end of a universe that revolves around her.
In the theater, when I hear laughter, it’s all female voices. At the oh so high-larious moment Charlotte poo’d her largeish pants, the chatter of woman giggle is all I can hear. It’s rather fun.
To watch this film is an exercise in observing the differences in the way women and men think. And feel. And act. And love. In terms of the human condition, we are all the same. In terms of living out that condition, we couldn’t possibly be more different.
I’m certain that I view this much differently than the 300 women watching it with me. And I think that’s wonderful.
Tags: Sexand the City, Carrie Bradshaw, men and women, women
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