You will undoubtedly read, hear, or try to avoid something about the Sex in the City movie this week. I did some reading and a lot of avoiding. What I read was not good, and I went to the movie this afternoon* completely prepared to hate the materialistic dreck that so many reviewers had dubbed it.
But there is a scene in the movie, where Charlotte has her arms around Carrie, holding her, she points her finger at the man who has hurt Carrie, and she screams, “No.” The scene is stunning, raw, and it will make you cry if you’ve ever been or needed a friend at the worst moment of your life. I lost it there in the movie theater along with the other sixty or so like-minded women and one dude. In fact now, just writing about it again, it brings tears to my eyes.
It is the kind of scene that will bring to mind every friend you’ve had in your life who has stood up for you and been there when you needed them the most, and the gratefulness you feel for having so many wonderful women in your life at some point or another will level you. Or at least it did me.
Because above all the hype, all the designers, the clothes, the this, the that, above all that this is a movie about the power and beauty of female friendship. Sure it’s all glossed up and when you boil it down to the barest essentials, it’s really just a predictably, saccharine-y chick flick — but that one scene and the next oh 30 or so minutes that follow it get to the heart of what Sex and the City was always about, friendship. And even though the cultural pundits and movie critics want to make the show, the movie, and the four females leads into some sort of sociological point, symbol of something, it’s really nothing more than a story about women friends. When you take it like that, the movie is kind of everything you want. God, I enjoyed all 2+ hours of it, which is a minor miracle for someone with the worst kind of ADD. I didn’t once reach for my phone to see how much more time I’d be trapped there.
*incidentally, can I just complain that it should not take sixty bajillion e-mails just to plan one night out with three people? That’s ridiculous. After much waffling and frustration, I decided to go see the movie by myself, which is kind of what I had planned and wanted to do all along.