Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I stand amazed and corrected.

Never before would I have thought that I'd enjoy THIS more than Indy, but it's true. And I'm going to be honest here (anonymous comments be damned) because SAFETY in blogging never got anyone anywhere, and I'd rather be interesting and maybe a bit rude than safe and boring.

I didn't think I'd like it, and the beginning was really sappy and annoying. Matt was rolling his eyes the whole time and yelled at one point, THIS IS SUCH CRAP, WHO REALLY LIVES THIS WAY?!?!? I agreed. It's kind of disturbing (all the materialism) in the given economical situation that people out there put more focus onto shoes and bags when there are starving children and wars going on. . . .but hey, their choice, I guess. I was starting to get annoyed at how the kids (Lilly and Brady) were just shoved into the background and only occasionally acknowledged, but that got better as the film went on. After the wedding aftermath and Miranda and Steve's issues came around it seemed much more realistic and interesting. Not that I was yearning for bad things to happen to the girls (I loved how the series ended, with everything pretty much on a good note) but as a writer, I consider often how despite my tendencies toward optimism and making everything all right, people do not want to read page after page of fabulous with little to no conflict. That's how this started out for me.

I thought they all looked wonderful and only one outfit really annoyed me (Miranda's knee high boots in the park toward the end) but you could tell they are showing signs of aging, which is actually really refreshing. It's nice when you see famous actors/actresses take on roles where they can look physically vulnerable (or haggard after a horrible event) and do it with gusto. It gave Carrie a lot more substance and not just all shoes and neuroses.

I was kind of bored with Samantha's story, the valentine's sushi? Meh.

Otherwise very enjoyable. The bit with the shoe being the PROPOSAL TOOL. . . . how fitting. The minute she hung up the phone with Louise from St. Louis everyone in the room (3 people) said almost in the same way, OH MY GOD, MY FUCKING SHOES!!!! (ala Kelly/ Liam Sullivan). (These shoes are mine, betch.)