Sex and the City

So this wasn’t press screened to Journo’s before it’s release. It’s at times like these that you can always rely on your ever dependable pals to take in a movie you wouldn’t pay to see yourself. Oh come on…I’m only telling the truth. Anyway without further ado…Tori (maybe it’s time I got my own blog) Johnson’s review is below.

Well, this is the one every single (or not so single) woman has been waiting for. After a year of snatched photos of the dresses, plot speculation, rumour and hype, it’s finally here. And I couldn’t help but think, “Would it be worth the wait?”

But let’s be honest here – the plot could have been as thin as a super model, the critics could have compared it to a Ukrainian fashion show and the cinemas could have charged the price of a Yves Saint Laurent clutch (RIP) – but still we would have flocked to see it.

All any of us can hope for is an extended version of the much missed episodes, and we weren’t disappointed. The story met the friends three years after that fateful night in Paris (what was Carrie doing with that funny little Russian anyway?) and their lives had mostly moved on. Carrie is happily in love with Mr Big, and planning to move into a penthouse apartment worthy of her expanding closet; Samantha and Smith are living in a beautiful beachfront condo in LA; Charlotte is still in heaven with her very tolerant husband and her adopted Chinese daughter; and Miranda is still in exile with the gorgeous Steve and their little boy in Brooklyn.

Everyone seems happy. Carrie and Big decide to get married and there is a huge buzz around the whole ‘event’. And then everything changes. I won’t spoil the story, but Carrie’s world comes crashing down around her ears. Charlotte gives one of the best performances of the film with just one, very out of character, look, and we get to see a rare glimpse of Sarah Jessica Parker without the styling, without the makeup and without so much as a designer pump, as she portrays a woman in utter shock and devastation.

The film is a great mix of laughter and tears, giving the viewer even more insight into the lives and loves of these four women and how fragile relationships and friendships can be. The writing is wonderful and the length, although quite long, never feels drawn out. On the contrary, you didn’t want it to end.

So, as I type this, I can’t help but wonder, “Is this the best film of all time”? And the answer came loud and clear. It may not be up there with the classics of modern cinematography, but how many times are you likely to invite all your friends over to watch Gregory Peck in ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’? How often did anyone say that they couldn’t wait to see the film again after watching ‘No Country for Old Men’? And where in ‘One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest’ did you see a classic Milano Blahnik blue heal, with stunning diamante detail? Exactly.