The Love Continues

I apologize for not posting in forever. I'm going to work on that, I swear.

I've had so many things that I've wanted to write on--spoilers, Britney Spears, Rihanna, Flyleaf's "All Around Me", random reviews...hopefully I'll post an extremely belated Britney Spears entry, as well as the spoiler one. But first, I'm hear to say that the Sex and the City movie is fantastic.

Michael Patrick King wrote a love letter to the show's fans. Anyone who loves the show will love the movie; if you don't like it, it's not for you. Ignore the reviews; many of the reviewers hadn't understood the appeal of the show, and for them, it's confusing. It's a full-fledged story. There is a plot. There are typical one-liners; there are waves of emotion; there are disappointments, heartbreak, fabulous fashions, whirlwind romance and of course, the requisite happy ending.

The men do get the shaft. But while Manohla Dargis of the New York Times writes, "I’m all for the female gaze, but, gee, it’s also nice to talk — and listen — to men, too," I feel that once we're allowed our day in the sun. Yes, it would be nice to hear Harry, Mr. Big, Steve and Smith actually get more than a few lines each, but this isn't about them. The movie celebrates love and female friendships, and if anything, this movie's success celebrates it. There have been reports that fans are seeing this movie in groups--hell, that's how I saw it--and I bet there will be a lot of repeat customers (I will be one as well). Everyone bitches and complains that Hollywood is a boy's club, and that the romantic comedy is dead, because the truism is that women will see men's movies (Ironman) but men won't see women's movies. I hope Sex and the City is number one at the box office this weekend. It deserves to be, and I think while everyone knows it's going to be huge, how huge it turns out to be--and number one--signifies that women still matter, that a women's movie, and one featuring middle-aged women, are willing to go out to the movies.