While I have always been an avid watcher of Sex and the City the TV show, I've never been one of those "What Would Carrie Do" or "What Would Carrie Wear" people. Mostly, while watching, I would try to figure out which character I would be if I had to be one. I lack Carrie's amazing ability to teeter in Manolos for hours on end, Charlotte's maternal nature (blech), Miranda's cynicism at the thought of true love, and Samantha's lubrication. Needless to say, I never really decided which one I am.
Anyways, after reading 1,000 reviews on the movie, both online and in my greater Cedar Rapids Gazette, I came to the conclusion that this movie was going to blow. The critics said that the character development was lacking and that the 2+ hours were filled with corny one-liners and nothing else. Oh, and shoes.
This is true.
The critics, however, failed to mention one other problem - the movie's HORRIBLE production. In almost every scene you CAN SEE THE MICROPHONES HANGING FROM THE CEILING. I expected more from a movie that manages to feature almost every major fashion designer.
Despite all its drawbacks, however, I still loved the movie. So much, in fact, that I'm seeing it for the second time in one day. No number of production mistakes and lack of plot cohesiveness can kill my love of the perfect combination of every woman; Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. And, of course, their killer clothes and shoes.