Chenisms

Where to begin? My ex said that he found the movie "pretty terrible" and therefore I'd probably like it. So did I like the movie? Of course. Do I hate it when he's right? Very much so. Did the movie have flaws? Yes. Am I going to bitch about it in the same way I did with Indiana? No.

Sorry to disappoint. I say no simply because aside from some ridiculously horrendous "fashion"... there wasn't much about the movie itself to rip into, though I will concede one thing. It does send out a serious promotion of superficiality and endorsement of materialism which I find rather reprehensible. Whilst it's fitting for the characters, I hope to never become a person loves labels more than people and spends $500 on a cushion (shoes, however, are a different story). Ultimately however, it's a character based film and it did a good job of keeping true to the characters that we (or at least, my girlfriends and I) know and love. Knowing them so well means that elements are bound to be predictable.. but what can I say? There were no Saucer Men.

The main reason that has made me deviate from my original intention to review the movie itself is a sad revelation, which clicked when I was in bed this morning unable to get up to face the world..... I. am. Carrie.

This shits me to no end. For those who don't know the series probably and have no idea what this means... So simply put - of all the characters, Carrie is the least likable. She lacks the sweetness of Charlotte, the confidence and wit of Samantha and the pragmatism and grounding of Miranda. She is a self-centred flake too absorbed in her own issues to be a good a friend to the fantastic girls around her and has a history of making some really, really shit decisions.

The fact that I even feel a need to write this as I sit in front of my Macbook pisses me off even more. At least she got paid for this kind of thing.... Anyway, I don't intend on ruining the movie for those who haven't yet seen it and want to (in which case you should still probably stop reading here just in case)... so I will say no more but this:

What bugged me most about how the movie ends is what happens with Carrie. Why? Because as much as I wish I could be a Samantha and not have my happiness depend on someone else's... I can't. Time might have changed me, but it hasn't managed to change how I actually feel. I'm still just as much of a sucker as Carrie is, and despite declaring that I would never subject myself to the possibility of feeling all that pain again... I know I would. Not going to happen, of course, since my life is not a Hollywood chick-flick where everything gets tied up in a neat little bow.

Needless to say, this will probably be my last blog post for a while.