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Fan Rant: I Absolutely Hated 'Sex and the City'

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Over the last year, I have written most of Cinematical's posts on the big-screen version of Sex and the City. This is because I know most of the Carrie Bradshaw-verse inside and out. I'm not a rabid fan of the series, but I end up popping the seasons in at least once a year, as background noise, while I clean/cook/relax. I ignore the fashion and some of the more floofy romance, and enjoy a show that not only has a collection of successful, professional women as its stars, but also covers a number of real-life scenarios and conversations.

That is, I did enjoy it all until I watched the movie travails of Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda on Friday. I have never, ever been so disappointed in an adaptation or move to the big screen.

(There are only minor descriptions of plot points in what follows, but if you haven't seen the film and don't want to know, don't go through the jump.)

These women, who were once icons of smart and professional success in New York City, who pushed the envelope on sexuality, had become nothing more than modest women whipped by men, and wealthy fashion caricatures. Gone were glimpses into their professional lives, or any bit of their lives that didn't focus on romance, family, or fashion. Sure, we got a momentary glimpse of Samantha's new office, and we saw Miranda sit at her desk -- but the only working bits that were really shown were about Carrie, and that meant that every "professional" scene was her either talking about her wedding or about the thrills and woes of love.

Many have said that the film is like a condensed season, but it is without any depth -- shocking for a film that is over two hours long. Imagine an outline of a season put to film and beefed up with shopping and fashion and romance woes rather than plot development and character depth and strength.

And it was all commercialism. Samantha goes with her friends to an auction for jewelry priced higher than some nice cars, she spends insane amounts of money in the blink of an eye while flying to New York at every chance. (I guess she hasn't heard of carbon footprints.) Carrie's assistant rents accessories to be fashionable. Fancy robes, exotic locales -- money has become no object.

Yes, the ladies have always loved the labels, and done expensive things, but it was still grounded in some sort of far-reaching reality, rather than a flashy showcase of life when money is no object. Let the women have their success, but let that success be filled with depth and balanced by the rest of what life offers.

As most of the women are very unlike myself, I loved the series because in spite of all that; it was easy to connect with them. Even when they did or thought things that I couldn't relate to, they did it with heart, and I enjoyed it. This movie, however, I completely hated. I kept waiting for them to pull me in. It never happened. There were a few moments I really loved, especially the all-too-brief bits of Stanford, but most of it felt empty.

When the girls kept squealing every time they were in the same room together (which was a lot), it seemed fake. When each of them struggled, it seemed superficial. Over and over it felt like a showy performance without heart. To be fair, some of the bits that I hated were "resolved" in the end like romantic stories and mainstream films often do, but I don't watch a film for almost 2.5 hours to get a momentary blip of fulfillment after hours of money, fashion, and weakness.

Sex and the City was nothing but a consumer-filled frenzy of fashion where the men were men and the women just shopped and obsessed over their men. It is what I thought the show was until I started watching it. It's a film that erased every bit that I loved about the show, and left every superfluous bit in tact.

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