Say what you want about ‘Sex And The City’. I love it. (With the exception of the second movie, clearly).
I’m watching the first movie tonight. Oh, sure, I’ve seen it ten or twelve or twenty times, but I still enjoy it. In fact, it feels kind of therapeutic. All the scenes with Carrie suffering heartbreak in Mexico. Call me a sadist, but those are my favourite bits right now.
Maybe the product placement is out of control. And maybe Sarah Jessica Parker does look a bit like a horse. But too much of this movie rings too true for me not to hold it in a warm place in my heart.
‘Til the end that is.
I mean, the whole shoe proposal scene is cute, but I think we all know sh** doesn’t pan out like that in real life.
Recent Comments