*** CONTAINS SPOILERS***
This past Friday night, I grabbed some girlfriends and dashed off to the hotspot that is Barrhaven to join 250 other chiquitas and 3 feet-shuffling men take in the first showing of the new Sex and the City movie.
Did I like it?
I think I need to see it again.
At about 30 minutes in, TV's (and now BIG screen's) favorite commitment-phobe, John James Preston (aka Big) nearly get's whacked in the forehead with a boom mic! No shit! The thing lingered around the upper 1/4 of the screen for much of the rest of the movie, making more appearances than Manolo Blahniks! It was more than a little distracting, and elicited many a teenage giggle from me and my fellow BFFs. Because of the distractions, I feel I can't write a decent review of the movie, because while I walked away from the movie feeling slightly dissatisfied, I can't quite nail down why. Is it because after spazzing out and fleeing the wedding Big decides at the end of the movie that yes, he would indeed like to get married, complete with cheeseball proposal on bended knee (Though there was a very pretty bejeweled shoe involved) that made me shrug my shoulders and say "why!?". Or is it because I am now a slightly older, slightly (totally) more jaded woman than I was when I first fell in love with the TV series? If the latter, does this mean my sense of romance has gone the way of the dinosaur? Or is it that I have simply tired of Carrie's wishy washy ways and inability to seem happy without a man in her life, especially one that oftentimes showed her little to no respect? Perhaps I hoped to see the 4 ladies exude more emotional confidence. Perhaps I want that because I would like more confidence in my own world? And perhaps.....just perhaps I am overthinking way too much and really need to sit back and watch it again, boom mic-free, with no judgement. And perhaps it wouldn't kill me to tap into my more romantic, non-practical, non-overthinking side from time to time.
-jl
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