Sex And The City

Sex And The City


Reviewed by: Chris

Girls love sex - especially when it comes packaged as “big love of one’s life.” Who wouldn’t? And ‘The City’ has nothing to do with stockbrokers. It’s bright lights. Excitement. The girls’ nights out. Successful, independent women. Expensive shoes. Designer label. Labels and love - the two big “Ls”. Big Apple. New York. City of Dreams. So is Sex And The City, the film version of an award-winning TV show, every girl’s dream movie?

The film – a short two and a half hours – successfully reprises the TV show format. A decade on in the lives of our characters and we follow them for another eventful year. Carrie is now a successful book author - and sometime contributor to Vogue. Says Kim Catrall (who plays Carrie’s friend Samantha), “It was about women joining together as the new family, girlfriends sticking together through thick and thin.” As a girl-bonding movie, it certainly works. On the way home, several hundred dresses to discuss, Manolo strappy sandals, and moral dilemmas like, if you have a secret that would hurt your best friend to know, should you ‘fess up?

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Says writer-producer-director Michael Patrick King, “Miranda’s the sarcastic, sort of angry one. Charlotte’s the sweeter, sort of preppy one, the more traditional one. Samantha’s the sexy, sort of power-hungry one. And then there’s Carrie, the indefinable one.” Their TV personas are already developed and, unlike many TV-shows-made-into-movies, Sex And The City doesn’t try to go overboard but develops existing characters and situations.

Although everything in the film is well-signposted, I don’t want to give anything away. As with genre films, it’s the small variations of plot that make it satisfying. A couple of scenes stand out for me. One is where Samantha covers her naked body with hand-made sushi as a Valentine’s gift. Beautifully shot, it illustrates her outrageous sexual appetite in a moment that is genuinely artistic and more memorable than a bedroom full of dildos wrapped in cling-film. More clichéd is the man next door having a slow-motion outdoor shower, but even that didn’t seem out of place given Samantha’s showy temperament and transfixed gaze.

The plot development where Miranda makes an unguarded comment which she is afraid to tell Carrie is well-handled. The restaurant scene where Miranda finally screws up the courage is believable and dramatic while still retaining its humour.

But I felt it would be unfair to review this film from a male-only point of view, so duly took my partner along. I tried to set the mood with Shiraz and Spanish tapas, casually asking what she thought of the TV series. “It’s the ultimate sell-out!” she says. I was taken aback. I thought it was about strong, liberated women of today? “Yes, but their lives revolve around getting a man.” Seen from that perspective, it is hardly the feminist frolic of fashion and feisty friendship. And of course, our whole film is obsessed with the idea of marriage. In a neat tables-turn – what Scarlett O’Hara might call giving men some of their own medicine – men are casually dehumanised. Either as sex-objects (for Samantha), or as providers (for Carrie, remarkably). The other two males (those stabled by Miranda and Charlotte) are insignificant and weak. Carrie’s man is famously not given a name (recall how Célestine was reduced to an object in Buñuel’s Diary Of A Chambermaid by the old man who simply called her ‘what he called all the maids’). Carrie is a successful author yet, when contemplating a new flat with her man, she lets him pick up the bill, “like he was picking up the check for coffee.” The romantic dénouement is based on what would, without the happy Hollywood coincidences, be deemed stalking in real life.

The best part for me was seeing Jennifer Hudson, who plays Carrie’s assistant Louise. Hudson also contributes a fine song for the film which adequately expresses the theme of “Good men are like designer labels and it’s hard to spot the knock-offs.” Hudson is a fine actress in her own right, not just a one hit wonder who got an Oscar for Dreamgirls after failing to win American Idol. She exudes screen charisma. Every expression, every intonation, was a joy to behold. Although the clip from Meet Me In St Louis rather reminded me of what a really good movie looks like, Sex And The City, however enjoyable, isn’t one. It’s a remarkably pleasant way of spending two and a half hours, but the performances are largely pedestrian. Unlike Devil Wears Prada, it’s about labels, not an appreciation of the design behind them. By being successfully chic and delightfully superficial, the characters distract us from the wedding bells goal and the way their lives really stereotype them. We never learn much about their work, or about them as people independent of a man’s penis. It provides the dual fantasy of apparently liberated woman while retaining the old penchant for ball and chain.

“I want people leaving the movie theater feeling, ‘all right, great, that was a lot!’” King says. “That was drinks, appetizer, main course, and dessert, dessert, dessert!” And, like most desserts, Sex and the City is 90 per cent sugar.

Reviewed on: 30 May 2008
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Director: Michael Patrick King

Writer: Michael Patrick King, based on characters created by Candace Bushnell.

Starring: Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis, Cynthia Nixon, Chris Noth, Jennifer Hudson, David Eigenberg.

Year: 2008

Runtime: 148 minutes

BBFC: 15 - Age Restricted

Country: US


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