I've been skipping a lot of reviews for the last month or so. Sherlock Holmes has been missed. So has Good Night and Good Luck, Zack and Miri Make a Porno and a few others. I'm stopping the slide with Sex and the City, the first film I’ve seen in 2010.
I got to thinking... That for all the television series feminist pretences, the film is comfortable highlighting -but not in any way critical of- socially acceptable sexism. Carrie is about to get married at 40, so Vogue runs an article about how profound it is that a woman of that age actually can marry. Any older is instantly dismissed by the Vogue editor. When Samantha gains a barely detectable bit of weight, (I thought all the gasping was over a boob job), she is derided over it by all her friends.
In many ways it’s a strange film. Amongst Carrie's break - up angst, Charlotte shits herself. A 'token' black woman materialises as if out of an 80's movie (Ghostbusters sprang to mind); her dialogue seems like a middle aged white man's impression of how young black women in New York speak. This is all mixed in with the bouts of soft porn that made it essential viewing for teenage boys.
Not all women subscribe to the stereotypes on offer, women who are slaves to materialism, designer labels and trendy restaurants. I find it mildly insulting to women, but then again most male orientated cinema treats men as idiots, and I like a lot of those films. It is meant to be fun: a fantasy for women in a male dominated market. We should see more of these - just to an improved standard. Sex and the City 2 is coming soon.
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