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Sex and the City

June 1, 2008

This is a movie about all sorts of outfits that shouldn't really go together, and yet, miraculously, they do.

 That’s actually the theme. I wasn’t just saying that.

Naturally, the sub theme is odd accessories. One in particluar stands out in my mind because it involves a large, blue bird. You don't often see birds in people's heads, but here you do.   As a rule, I make fun of feathers whenever possible, but this caught me so off guard, I was speechless.  Besides, I was still recovering from Charlotte's double daisy diamond earrings.  I’m planning to dream about those for several nights in a row. Perhaps a full week, if nothing better comes along.

Above all is THE wedding dress, which I predict will win an academy award.  The dress is so beautiful that everyone in the audience said, “Oh my God,” when it first appeared.  But then, and I hate to say this, when Carrie put it on, it didn’t really fit her in the chestie area.  It would have fit me much better, but whatever.

Mr. Big was wearing lipstick, I'm pretty sure, and Samantha put on fifteen pounds for this film. I thought that was sort of short sighted on her part. There is also a penis that shows up toward the end, and two or three revolting sex scenes.  One of them wasn’t as gross as the others, but still.  Who wants to see people having sex when you’re trying to concentrate on whether or not Patricia Field is a genius or a person who desperately wants to be a clown?

I admit I will most likely see this movie again because of the daisy earrings, but, to be honest, it was a little too long and I cringed every time the girls screamed, which was every time they saw each other.  The audience was laughing the whole time though, and I laughed once really loudly too, even though it wasn’t funny.  I just felt like laughing.

Would I go so far as to recommend this glittering girlaliciousness to a person like you?  Obviously.  Imagine eating a gigantic piece of candy for like a million hours.  Even when you’re sick of it, it’s still better than not eating it.  Also, I’d just like to say that Charlotte is like a sister to me now.  We both feel it. 

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