Sex and the City, the movie: Review
"Everything that happens tonight must stay in this room," said Sarah Jessica Parker to the several hundred guests at last night's world premiere of Sex And The City the movie.
Sex and the City: the four fortysomethings have come a long way
But with the girlish excitement filling the cinema it seemed unlikely anyone would heed her plea.
Just in case none of us remember, the producers of the much-awaited film version of the hit TV series remind fans with a quick recap at the start of the film where the four characters were at the point we left them when the series ended.
Three years on, the two Ls are still carrying the storyline along: labels and love. In the first half-hour we're bombarded by so much brand placement that one might as well be witnessing an extended Vogue photo shoot brought to life.
While love scenes between the happy characters brought not so much as a murmur from the audience, a Vivienne Westwood dress and a Louis Vuitton handbag provoked coos of heartfelt admiration.
The triumph of capitalism is as unabashed as it always was but given, if possible, a greater ironic twist.
In 20 years, Carrie Bradshaw, the lovelorn journalist, has come a long way: she is engaged to a billionaire, who can offer her a walk-in wardrobe and more Manolos than she can ever dream of - but the consumer Cinderella has a crash heading her way.
And as the film progresses, the seemingly adult and perfect lives of the four fortysomethings start to show cracks.
Miranda's husband Steve commits an act she may never be able to forgive him for while Samantha's ego threatens to derail her relationship with Smith Jerrod.
Just Charlotte seems to have escaped the New York clique's curse.
It is only in the last 10 minutes that we find out whether the fairytale has the happy ending the audience so desperately seemed to crave. But one thing's for sure: fans of the series will lap this film up.
It was coarse, sentimental, and outrageously materialistic - just as we hoped and expected it would be.
But with the girlish excitement filling the cinema it seemed unlikely anyone would heed her plea.
Just in case none of us remember, the producers of the much-awaited film version of the hit TV series remind fans with a quick recap at the start of the film where the four characters were at the point we left them when the series ended.
Three years on, the two Ls are still carrying the storyline along: labels and love. In the first half-hour we're bombarded by so much brand placement that one might as well be witnessing an extended Vogue photo shoot brought to life.
While love scenes between the happy characters brought not so much as a murmur from the audience, a Vivienne Westwood dress and a Louis Vuitton handbag provoked coos of heartfelt admiration.
The triumph of capitalism is as unabashed as it always was but given, if possible, a greater ironic twist.
In 20 years, Carrie Bradshaw, the lovelorn journalist, has come a long way: she is engaged to a billionaire, who can offer her a walk-in wardrobe and more Manolos than she can ever dream of - but the consumer Cinderella has a crash heading her way.
And as the film progresses, the seemingly adult and perfect lives of the four fortysomethings start to show cracks.
Miranda's husband Steve commits an act she may never be able to forgive him for while Samantha's ego threatens to derail her relationship with Smith Jerrod.
Just Charlotte seems to have escaped the New York clique's curse.
It is only in the last 10 minutes that we find out whether the fairytale has the happy ending the audience so desperately seemed to crave. But one thing's for sure: fans of the series will lap this film up.
It was coarse, sentimental, and outrageously materialistic - just as we hoped and expected it would be.
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