I’m going to see this movie on Saturday with my friend Susan. I loved the television series, loved the first movie (didn’t see it in a movie theater, but have it on DVD). I am amused by the outpouring of feminist rants against this franchise. It’s as if these four actresses and the writer, Michael Patrick King, have some sort of moral obligation to portray four die-hard feminists and their dramas in NYC. On IMDB (Internet Movie Data Base) hundreds of comments that the movie (and the series, for that matter) showed four narcissistic, label-loving and relationship-challenged women who are immature and annoying. So, what if they are? The feminists wanted Carrie not to return to Big. The romantics (and I sure as hell am one of them) were teary-eyed when he whispered “Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.” And when he said “Are you sure you’re okay, just you and me” (paraphrasing) and she said “Yes” and and he said “It would have been nice if the girls were here” and she shrugs and he says “That’s why I called them” and he flings the door open, I just lose it. My husband loves this scene as well. We both cry. I mean, does every relationship have to be a battleground for female superiority and emotional toughness? What about vulnerability and forgiveness? What about passion? I think it’s summed up best when Miranda says “I have a lot of thinking to do” and Carrie says “Thinking, or feeling?”
Anyway, I can’t wait to see what outrageous outfits they will be wearing, what witty sexual comments they make, and to be whisked away from my stiletto-less suburban life to the exotic world inhabited by Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. It’s escapism in its purist form, and it has never disappointed. I don’t feel the world is collapsing because these four women want to buy the latest pair of Jimmy Choo’s, and I’m pretty darn sure my self-esteem, intelligence and intellect will remain intact. Bring on the buttered popcorn!