Dreaming of the Big City
Oh boy I miss New York.
Even moreso after seeing the new Sex and the City film tonight. You will find some far more interesting reviews than I can muster the will to write at present from Rachel Hills and Girl With A Satchel respectively, but for now, in what might just constitute the laziest most efficient review thus far of this film, let me offer the following:
A rambly fashion parade with the odd glimpse of witty dialogue.
My feminist sensibilities were not really offended as such (I’d braced myself for this, so perhaps my defenses just worked), more like they were numbed. The real surprise to me was the presence of something I’ve never before – as an ardent fan of the TV series – felt in association with SATC – SHEER UNADULTERATED BOREDOM.
There you have it. The Comic Mummy has spoken.
Have you guys seen it? Thoughts?
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PS – In happier NYC related news, I may have the chance to get there in the not-too-distant future: AGGGHHHH!!!!! But more on that as it emerges…
