She played all the parts. Why oh why did it have to be SO bad? I wanted to like it. I wanted to like it so badly. I was so annoyed by comments about the women being too old, as if what, we should just go die in the room above the garage once we're past our use by date? GAH! But dudes, and I know I'm jumping on a very popular bandwagon here, that movie sucked. They have all the money in the world, and these characters that we totally love, and they blew it. Some of the stuff they were talking about was even stuff that I could have thought "YAY they're talking about that": mommy mania, being a tired old couple, the TV in the bedroom debate (Nipper yes, Marija NO). But the whole thing was so heightened and ridiculous, that they all came off like petulant brats, and tacky, tacky, tacky.
Dear Carrie, if your husband brings home take-out from the new sushi place on Madison, you should thank your lucky stars. The whining, and nagging, and flimsiness of it all. And Samantha. No. I can't even talk about it. I was squirming in my seat. The puns. The double entendres. The shrillness of the whole thing.
There is a karaoke scene that felt was so uncomfortable I almost had to leave the theater. I saw it at the Arclight in Hollywood. There were 6 other women there. All alone.
Plus it was TWO AND A HALF HOURS LONG! Jeezy creezy!
Here were the good things about it, in no particular order:
The costume changes, and there were lots of them
Liza Minelli singing all the single ladies at the wedding
Miranda's leopard conch shell ring in the wedding scene
The electric blue ottoman in Carrie and Big's apartment
The sets and scenery in Abu Dhabi, which were beautiful
That's out of long, long, long movie. So depressing. I wish they'd done better.
Here's what I took home from it though. I totally want a fabric cabana our backyard. I went and priced one out right after the movie, and it was $1900, down from $3500, and it was all pale and faded from the sun. Excuse me, but fuck that. You think I could make one? I mean, a little canvas, some poles, some cotton voile, and, oh yeah, someone to actually build the thing once I realize I'm in way over my head.