Thursday, 29 October 2009
FILM 3: SEX AND THE CITY - Post mortem
And so Samantha put on a couple of pounds, and they all laughed. HA HA HAHAHA HA!! Her tummy is slightly protruding over her belt!! She's eating chocolate!!!! Then her dog had sex with a pillow.
"Samantha, that pillow cost 300 dollars."
Bloody hell, who the hell has the money to buy a 300 dollar pillow? It's not even 'fabulous'. SJP is just a writer in a newspaper, right? Where does she get this money? No really?
Ghastly, ghastly film, and surprisingly dull. I was expecting at least 400% more cackling and shopping, rather than a 145 minutes of wall-to-wall moping. Was this popular at the cinema? Is this what women want? Because frankly, I'd rather have had the cackling.
I genuinely want to know, because if the next 18 hours (!) are going to be this harrowing, I'll need to brace myself. With booze. Delicious, delicious, er, Lambrini.
I'm not even sure what I'm going to do with my 15 minute break. Just stare numbly at the floor I think.