Showing posts with label Sex and the City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex and the City. Show all posts

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Sex and the Spoilers

I have finally discovered the recipe for making a wonderfully made movie appear "Oh, not so good".

Ingredients:

  • 10 tbsp. Expectations,
  • 17 Online searches (Blogger, Youtube, Google finely chopped),
  • 14 Telephone calls to multiplexes,
  • Spoilers to taste.
    • The search engines in my computer in the past few days have searched nothing but "Sex and the City, The movie". I was so anxious to know how the movie was fairing, I searched every possible site to know a bit more about the same.
      "A bit more" never really came to an end. Bubu on the other hand was completely spoiler-phobic since the release of its trailer. So, I too tried to stick to the articles with '(No spoilers)' tag. They eventually gave away a few surprises from the movie!
      On 6th June, the official release date of the movie in India, I called up Bubu who didn't seem quite interested but after a few techniques of persuasion decided to come. I reached on time, so did he(quite unusual) and we went to the "First day, first show", as they say.The movie began with a bang, better than I'd expected, had a nice pace, intelligent writing, with

      Manolo's, Vogue, Vivien Westwood, Christian Lacroix/Dior, Cosmopolitan, and loads of collagen! It was good to see the writers being open about it too, Samantha said, "..Marriage, I'm not so sure, Botox on the other hand works all the time".

      I was satisfied, but somewhere in the middle I caught myself yawning. Everything about the characters seemed quite matured. And different. Carrie looked old, so did Big, Samantha looked, well, different from her usual crazy sex-maniac self. Charlotte was seen screaming at Big(Huh?), and one could find a lot of Bollywood drama, generally not found in a
      Sex and the City episode. Only Miranda and Steve were the ones whose lives were just the same, fighting and separating. Jennifer Hudson was like a breath of fresh air in the otherwise boring sequences. And so was Samantha's pooch!!

      I whispered to Bubu, "You know, the 27 minutes in an episode was better". His reply was, "Shut up, the movie's crazy, I'm loving it". And soon came the sudden realisation, a path breaking one, he had no idea what the movie had to offer, whereas I knew everything from whether Big and Carrie were ever to be married, who had a steamy bathroom scene, who shits her pants, who leaves who and comes back to NY.... everything.
      However, the movie ended fine, with everything happy and complete, and with Cosmopolitan of course. We loved it, and shaked a leg to "Labels or love", Fergie's voice to the OST.
      Shopping for labels, shopping for love
      Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of...
      Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more
      No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior...
      Relationships are often so hard to tame
      A Prada dress has never broken my heart before....


      Once out, We completed our outing with a Veg frankie, Lokhandwala ishtyle and with Bubu saying "Lets go again tomorrow". "Sure baby, lets do it again", surprised that I genuinely wanted to watch it again!

      So, here's what one should do to like this movie, read my post!
      Hehee... And think that you're going for a movie, not a 27 minute long episode.

      Monday, June 2, 2008

      To Sex or not to Sex!

      Movies and TV Series form a major and important part of my entertainment life. It might sound cheap reading this but growing up, I used to be very filmy, never cared to sort out the difference between reel life and real life. Many a times, my mother would catch me lost in my own world, mumbling something.
      Not that I cant live without them, but the world created in the big screen (by a few people) somehow takes me away from the pain in my life for a while. I get to live the lives of the characters in the movie and that is such a stress reliever, atleast for me.

      And living the lives of the characters brings me to 'Sex and the City' that took the small screen to a different level all together back in 1998. Someone might think what is it that people like so much about this particular show? What is it that the show has which others don't? Why does everybody just talk about it like its no taboo to talk about sex?
      The answer might be sex itself, the way women should openly talk about problems, speak up about subjects which are otherwise considered taboo!!
      Four amazingly beautiful and successful women not scared to ask for a f***. They don't care what the world thinks about their desires, no church telling them how much is enough and that that does not make them sluts, and whether they really need just any man by their side (as they're growing way older than the marriageable limit set by the married pigs and their she pigs) to validate the fact that they're happy or should they just stick to their Rabbits for a while. (You'll only know what I mean if you see the show or have used one in your own life.

      Kudos to Michael Patrick King(Writer, director), every gay/girl friend of mine wants to be like Carrie Bradshaw, the protagonist. I've come across women who still use the lines from the show at times which makes my dear friend Bubu say, "Get a new series, Love." The show was as someone rightly described, a cultural phenomena.
      By the way... Bubu happens to be my best friend, an amazingly good looking chap whose real name is Prateek Oberoi. When he opens his mouth, you will actually spot many similarities in his character and Samantha Jones' from the show. But spending more time with him, one could even see the manly, charming side of Big in him. He proudly calls me Bradshaw(as I think too much, and that now I have a blog here) which I don't like, but find it alright.

      After reading a number of bad reviews pouring in from everywhere about this most awaited movie of the year(atleast for me and Bubu's calender year 2008), I was a bit apprehensive about whether I should really spend on a movie which'd only sell a couple of Manolo's(Its a foot-wear brand, for the uninitiated), Dolce's and Colas for women and be a waste of time for us men.
      Discussing my scepticism with Bubu and whether I should really not go for advance booking, his response was, "No matter what anybody says, I'm going for this movie".
      "Now that's like a true friend, Samantha!!" Really wanted to hear that.
      Would keep you posted.