June 5, 2008
Now, I’m not going to claim that Sex and the City is some high water mark of American filmmaking. It is unabashedly what it is, a piece of escapist fantasy— the relationship equivalent of an action movie with sex replacing the cars blowing up and shopping montages instead of chase scenes. It hit exactly the mark it was aiming for, and I can’t imagine that anyone who really enjoyed the series wouldn’t enjoy the movie. I can certainly think of other TV shows that transitioned less gracefully to the big screen.
But I am seeing a lot of hate for the film, and a good portion of it seems to be because it isn’t more than what it is:
From Rick Groen:
This is a pricey handbag of a movie, uncontaminated by anything so crass as substance, filled only with the perfumed air of a culture at rest – concept blissfully free of content.
And you were expecting what, exactly?