Those of us who faithfully followed Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte during their adventures on the beloved “Sex and the City” HBO series, were equal parts excited and nervous about the girls heading to the big screen. My final verdict on the film is that although it was enjoyable on some levels, it did not need to be made and if they do a sequel (which has been hinted at), I will catch it on DVD or something. Click below for my spoiler-ridden thoughts about the movie. If you do not want to know about things that happen in the movie, do not continue reading.
Let’s dig in, shall we?
The Clothes, Dahling
The one great and of course over-the-top thing about this movie was the fashion. It’s gluttonous, in-your-face, shamelessly name-dropping style all over this movie. Even Miranda managed to look put-together most of the time. I didn’t love every single outfit in the movie, but there were some gorgeous numbers in this. A few of the wedding gowns from that Vogue photo shoot were just breath-taking and almost all of Carrie’s outfits were ridiculously gorgeous. There was a point in the movie when Carrie modeled some of her old clothes for her girlfriends and she put on the tutu from the opening credits of the show. Awww. That was cute.
I hate the fact that Carrie married Big. They had been together on and off for 10 friggin’ years and he calls minutes before the wedding to tell her he can’t marry her? Even if he was going to pull a stunt like that, he could have at least told her to her face. Total bullshit. That was so disrespectful. He allegedly had a change of heart as his punk ass was being driven away, but that’s bullshit too. When he actually got to see Carrie on the street, he should have literally walked her back to the wedding and married that woman and he should have given the most thoughtful, tearful vows he’s ever given. But he didn’t do that. He let Carrie go. For some odd reason, she was moved by his cut and paste love letter emails. Like a lot of women, Carrie was love starved and devoured any little scrap of affection from her (mostly) emotionally unavailable mate. It seemed like the writers wanted viewers to be happy for her at the end and I didn’t feel that way at all. I thought she was being an idiot (for the 10 billionth) time for Big and his my-way-or-no-way-at-all relationship rules.
It was disappointing to see that Carrie seemed to become a 40-something-year-old woman with the same emotional IQ of the 20-something-year-olds she encountered in the opening scenes of the movie. The “moral” of Carrie’s story seemed to be that once you get to a certain age and you still want to get married, you have to make a fool of yourself and settle for some suave-talking man who has shown (over and over) that he has zero respect for you. That’s a horrible thing to put out there. Stable, happy, fulfilling, loving relationships actually exist and no self-respecting person should settle for less, regardless of age. Maybe some folks are happy with Carrie’s ending because they think Big really is the love of her life. I just don’t think so.
Miranda had the best and most interesting story in the movie. Everybody loves Steve. He’s always been a stand-up guy, so to have him being unfaithful was definitely a lulu. Her initial reaction (to move out and leave him) was understandable and even her inability to let go of that anger and hurt after a few months sounded about right. In true Miranda form, she was still letting work take her away from the truly important things like love, family and intimacy. (Six months?? Damn.) The Brooklyn Bridge part was so “awwwww.” I loved that in the end, Miranda, Steve and Brady were one happy family unit again. Unlike Big, Steve went after his woman and seemed truly apologetic and sincere. I think the writers/directors did a pretty good job with Miranda of showing some emotional growth by the end of the movie.
I didn’t like Samantha’s story. It just did not ring true for me. Smith, the man who remembered their fifth anniversary, was totally cold and flippant on V-day when Samantha literally bared all and put a lot of effort into a gift for him. Samantha has always been about as emotionally stingy as a lot of the men that have come in and out of the series, so surely Smith knew what a big deal it was for Samantha to put in so much work for a made-up holiday. I just didn’t buy that scene at all and I didn’t like that a 50-year-old woman still didn’t seem to have anything beyond girlfriends, money and a desire for emotion-free sex. I’m not saying that every woman needs a husband in order to have a happy life. I am, however, saying that every person on this planet desires intimate companionship, even Samantha Jones. To me, it seems like Samantha has never been truly satisfied with her life. She’s never been in a relationship for more than a minute that she was truly happy in. Staying with Smith for five years, even though she seemed to be miserable for much of it, was not a good thing. But instead of talking about it and trying to work through it, she just bounced. That’s not very grown-up. That’s just running away. The writers should give Samantha some age-appropriate maturity if they do a sequel.
Charlotte got everything she wanted and she totally deserved it. Her storyline didn’t get a lot of screen-time because there’s only so much interesting “drama” in a happily-ever-after tale, but I was really happy for her. I also really liked her “Noooo” scene. That was good!
Louise aka Mammy 2008
Jennifer Hudson’s role in this movie was awful and horrible. Yes, both. First, let me just say that people always complained about the show only including white folks. I personally didn’t see that as a problem because in reality, four upper-middle-class white women in Manhattan probably don’t have many, if any, non-white people in their close group of friends. Most people, regardless of income-range, gender or race have close friends who are demographically very similar to themselves. So, not having many brown faces on the show in substantive roles (I see you Blair Underwood!) was not a big deal to me.
Fast-foward to the movie. SJP has said in a couple interviews recently how having Jennifer Hudson in the movie is a nod to the show’s African American female fans. Well, they could have kept that. For real. For one, if they wanted to put a black woman in the movie as an acknowledgment to their black fans, they should have created a fabulous character who was on their level in terms of fashion, money, class, etc. Instead, J-Hud’s character, Louise from St. Louis, is Carrie’s sassy assistant who loooooves some Louis Vuitton even though she can’t afford it. I was disgusted by the shucking and jiving that went on when Carrie gave Louise her “very own Louis.” Ugh. Hudson’s character was by far, the worst part of the movie to me. Not to mention that I don’t think J-Hud even did a very good job acting-wise. I just wasn’t buying any of it.
All in All
SATC was a visually pleasurable movie that could have used some tweaking plot-wise. So basically, it’s like most summer blockbusters. The messed up parts of this movie just stung a little more because the show was so good. I’m sure they’ll get around to doing a sequel. Maybe, just maybe, the writers can do a better job in round two.