Even though reviewers panned the Sex and the City movie as “mediocre” at best, I put on my Manolos, drank up my Cosmos and joined my girlfriends for an afternoon at the movies on opening weekend. And let me tell you: Die-hard fans of the six-season long HBO series will get “Carrie-d” away!
The movie opens perfectly: the theme song done Fergalicious style, photos from past shows summing up Charlotte, Samantha, Miranda and Carrie’s experiences over the years and a voice over by Sarah Jessica Parker. Most fans going to see the movie already know that Carrie is supposed to marry Mr. Big during the course of the film, thanks to spoiler photos of SJP donning a dreamy Vivienne Westwood gown hitting the Net early into production, however, fans might not expect the drama, tears and laughs that follow.
At 2.5 hours long, the movie does actually feel like a movie (and not like five regular TV episodes sewn together) with one cohesive storyline from start to finish. I must say that the acting done by pretty much all of the actors translates really well from the boob tube to the big screen. I think that my favorite performance from the girls is by Kristen Davis (Charlotte), who is fierce and sassy and very entertaining to watch.
And about the two most important aspects of the movie: the fashion and the sex. Both are… well, orgasmic! All we see on the girls, Carrie especially, are labels, labels, labels! She just goes from one drool-worthy couture gown to the next from Diane von Furstenberg to Christian Dior and of course, never without her toes delicately peeping out from a pair of highly-coveted Manolos.
Fashionistas might also notice that this movie features a large selection of Louis Vuitton products. From the Richard Prince Motard Firebird bag Carrie gives Jennifer Hudson’s character as a Christmas gift, to the Denim Patchwork Bowling bag J-Hud “rents,” to the Damier Azur Boite Falcons travel case Charlotte takes to Mexico and the Limelight Clutch that Carrie carries throughout the film, stylist Patricia Fields doesn’t go light on sprinkling on the LV and probably did so as a tribute to the house’s mark on the history of fashion and to complement classic, timeless pieces with more trendy, avant-garde garmets.
Now on to the sex. Well, there’s lots of it, and it’s heavy enough stuff to carry an 18-A rating (my friends and I were asked to show our IDs when buying tix). So girls (and guys) won’t be disappointed.
Overall, I give this movie four Cosmopolitans and a Muff Dive out of five! Obviously, those who haven’t watched many of the show’s TV episodes aren’t going to get as much satisfaction out of the movie as say, your’s truly, but nevertheless, Sex and the City offers audiences a fun and flirty, romantic chic flick that is as sweet and fluffy as your grandma’s lemon merengue pie!
