New York City’s Official Girl’s Night Out
Throngs of women descending upon the entrance. Flashing “SOLD OUT” signs. Shoes and fashion and sparkle.
New York Fashion Week Hits The Streets? Rob Pattinson giving a speech on girl power? Massive Victoria’s Secret 90% Off Sale?
No, no. Just Sex and the City 2 Weekend in Manhattan, smack dab in the middle of Memorial Day Weekend and Fleet Week.
Why yes it was an epic amalgam of femininity and New York folklore.
Just to sit in the theater, the air was swarming with estrogen and pheremones. I felt my boobs growing just by contact high.
Perfect Girl’s Night Out.
The movie? Adorable. If you’re going in expecting groundbreaking brilliance and deep plot and character development, stay home and watch Titanic. If you want to have fun with your best girlfriends, go to this movie. It was the perfect two and a half hours of extravagant frivolity and the requisite postmodern girl-power story.
By no mean is Sex and the City designed to be an epic tale which tests both the bounds of human possibility and our imagination. It’s supposed to be ridiculous. Honestly, though, beneath the flashy surface, there was a lovely story to be found: Independent women learning to harness and mold their independence and femininity in a difficult and complicated world, learning to accept your flaws and flaunt them.
I was also intrigued by the choice to set the plot in Abu Dhabi (filmed, of course, in Morocco). In the post-Bush-era “war on the Middle East” American intellectual landscape, this is a bold choice for several reasons. Despite the protracted media focus on the Middle East during the past decade or so, we as a Western society are still not entirely in touch with the nuances of Middle Eastern cultures – not surprisingly. I was conflicted watching Kim Catrall wandering around a market in Abu Dhabi wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top – because I do believe in freedom of expression but I also believe in cultural relativity and being respectful of the needs of the society when you travel. I was conflicted when my fave fab girls were rescued by a band of women who, in the privacy of their book club, shed their burkhas to reveal fab couture duds underneath (although I much appreciated the Reading Lolita in Tehran nod). It is true that many women do choose to dress under their burkhas in ways that make them happy, but there are many women who choose to take up the veil because it satisfies them in many ways. I guess I can’t complain, though. This was HBO, Sex and the City, and mainstream American media trying to open channels of understanding to things we are still unfamiliar with.
(I majored in English and Jewish studies with a concentration on Middle Eastern affairs. Can you tell?)
In short: The movie was FUN FUN FUN. And actually interesting. There was definitely food for thought under the fashion and sex. Thank you, Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, and Charlotte. I needed that.
Photographs of the Macy’s Herald Square Sex and the City 2 window display.
Seen any good movies lately? If you saw Sex and the City, what did you think of it?
And what’s your idea of a perfect night out (or night in)?