The movie provides a much more satisfying end to the TV series.
Last night, a hundred or so of Cleveland’s most fashionable women -- and a few much-less-fashionable media geeks -- piled into the Regal Cinemas in Richmond Heights to watch the long-waited Sex and the City movie.
We have positive news for the legions of Carrie Bradshaw fans. Despite the awful commercials, the movie is actually – shockingly — good…
The film begins with a recap of the four friends’ lives. Carrie, the Vogue reporter and sex columnist, is living with her long-love “Mr. Big” (who’s actually given a real name for the first time). Miranda, the rigid, repressed lawyer, has moved with her 5-year-old son and husband to Brooklyn – a place New York magazine deemed the “new Manhattan.” (“Clearly the author of that article lives in Brooklyn,” Miranda quips).
Samantha, the self-proclaimed slut, shocks herself by staying in a monogamous five-year relationship with a hot young actor in Los Angeles, and works in marketing for him full-time. Charlotte, meanwhile, has found the domestic bliss she’s always dreamed of. She lives in a penthouse suite with her divorce attorney husband and adopted daughter.
The movie doesn’t try to keep the women trapped in their old lives – or their old clothes. There’s no mini skirts or Band-Aids pretending to be bikinis. These friends are now living firmly – if not always happily – in their 40s. And they look their age. Carrie – gasp — has age spots and wrinkles. And Samantha’s never looked so old and worn. But that’s what’s so endearing about the film.
The plot centers around Carrie’s long-destined wedding to Mr. Big. Carrie’s friends react differently to the announcement, and the movie is not as light as one might think. Miranda has soured on love and relationships – and her bitterness is starting to affect the others. When unforeseen events occur suddenly, they begin to wonder if there is such a thing as long-term happiness.
Jennifer Hudson of American Idol fame plays the duel role of Carrie’s young personal assistant and her purveyor of optimism. She also makes you want to gag. She’s one-dimensional and clichéd; all she wants to do is talk about is “love.” Love as a verb, love as a noun, love as an adjective.
Luckily, there are much bigger names appearing here -- namely Vivienne Westwood, Oscar de la Renta, Manolo Blahnik, and Prada. The clothes and shoes are fabulous. And when everything else starts to fall apart, the dresses –symbolically – are the only things that remain unstained and stable.
For fanatics, the movie provides a much more satisfying – and identifiable -- conclusion than the series did four years ago. And happily, the dialogue and script is on par with the series’ first few shows.
The movie opens to the public on Friday. – Rebecca Meiser