…Vivienne Westwood

Sex and the City (2008) Dir. Michael Patrick King

This is an infantile, outrageously vain, and sweet-till-you-barf fairy tale for grown-up ladies with the minds of 5-year-olds. The story revolves around Princess Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker). It’s uncanny how over the moon she is about wedding dresses, especially particular one. (And, for goodness sake, what was the freaking blue thingy on her head?) Carrie’s obsession about fashion and shoes dominate the screen so painfully and painstakingly it turns into a horrifying take on the Cinderella story for adults. All the literary references (Cinderella, or the famous love letters) seem so crude we could do perfectly fine without them. The creators want to convince us Carrie’s an intellectual cause she can borrow a book from a public library, but it only turns out to be an excuse to throw her wedding there. In the end, Carrie’s fairy tale ends with “happily ever after.” No surprise there.

As for the other girls, the only story I find interesting is Miranda’s (Cynthia Nixon). Charlotte (Kristin Davis) is merely in the background: for the lack of a better idea, she’s pregnant and finally gets to give birth to her long-desired baby. Samantha (Kim Cattrall) has a totally dull story, not fit for a movie. As much as I love and adore her, it feels like watching another TV episode. More tiring and repetitive than sexy and bitchy as I’d expect from her story. And we get to Miranda. Her piece of the puzzle strikes by far as real and realistic, believable and convincing, moving and heartbreaking. Miranda deals with real-life problems like being a working full-time mom, feeling tired all the time, losing intimacy with her husband, and being cheated on. For these reasons, she’s the only one we may identify with. She doesn’t live in a perfect Vivienne Westwood/Louis Vitton world, where the only problem is the size of a closet (as long as shoes have a place to live we may feel relieved). She needs to come in terms with Steve’s cheating and learn how to trust him again. She also comes in terms with the shortcomings of their marriage. After all, the blame is never one-sided. This process itself becomes a sole reason to spend another 2 hours with the girls.

Long days, pleasant nights,

Veronica Bazydlo

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