Hadley Freeman mourns the death of Sex and the City in The Guardian with quite possibly the best opening lines for a film review, ever:
“I’m not asking for much. I just don’t want to be sick in my mouth. I don’t want to leave the cinema feeling like I’ve paid £7.50 to be mocked, patronised and kicked in the face. I don’t want to be filled with despair at Hollywood’s increasing inability to conceive of women in comedic films as anything other than self-obsessed babies with breasts. And I don’t, most of all, want to spend two hours watching dreams and memories from my youth being trampled into humiliating self-parody. Is that too much to ask?”
Apparently the first movie was bad and the second is even worse. I’m glad I stopped watching the tv show when I did, to be honest. As SATC2 fever really gets into its stride, I picked up last week’s copy of Stylist magazine that had been languishing in my desk drawer waiting for a free moment. There was a four-page piece on what men think of the characters in Sex and the City. Four well-written opinion pieces from writers who, understandably, challenge the perceptions that fans of the show will have of these characters and what they represent to women and society. So, after reading through all this, what conclusion did Alix Walker come to?
“Getting a male insight into the characters we have such a strong relationship with is pretty revealing, and reaffirms something we’ve known about men for years – they don’t really get us!”
So, they’ve basically asked four writers to deliver a piece on a television show which they have clearly spent hours watching, whether they enjoyed it or not, and all Stylist can find to say is ‘you just don’t get us’? I don’t know which I hate more, the impending SATC2 movie or this magazine.