I’ve followed ‘Girls’ since it’s debut, and the excessive nudity has almost pushed me to flee the show. I never questioned Samantha Jones’ nudity, because it made sense for the character. Kim Cattrall’s promiscuous Sex and the City character broke down barriers for women. It put our gender on par with men, who are socially allowed to sexually misbehave, while women are not. Her nudity was also appropriately played into each scene, and the artistic blend kept me immersed in the story. Unlike ‘Sex and the City,’ it’s as if Lena Dunham is proving a point at the expense of the scene. Sure it’s possible that she adequately represents “real life,” but if I wanted my television to be that real, I’d watch a documentary. There’s a delicate dance between art and reality, but the former is just fine with me.
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I really wanted to like this movie. I promise I did. I was an avid fan of the series, and I threw a girls night out party for the first film. Unfortunately, I didn’t like it. It was merely okay. The main problem involves the blaring lack of story. The first act stays true to the tone of the series, with Carrie feeling that her marriage to Big has become stale, along with Charlotte experiencing the overwhelming demands of motherhood. Then comes act two. The girls go to Abu Dhabi, and the film creatively ends about 20 minutes into the excursion. Abu Dhabi becomes the main character, and the girls become supporting players. So much of the second act surrounds the surprise with Abu Dhabi’s grandor. Wow! Look at this bathroom! Wow! Look at this shower! Wow! Everything is free! When you find that all the dialogue in a film is about objects, I think the ship is sinking. Aiden shows up briefly, and his appearance reminded me of another problem in the film – where are the men?! Mr. Big is barely in it, and all the other supporting actors that we’ve grown to love are unused. I kept praying that Smith Jared would swoop in to win back Samantha, but to no avail. And I hate to admit this (gosh, I really hate it), but Samantha on the prowl came off as pathetic. I don’t think it’s because she’s too old to be on the prowl, or that she isn’t as hot as she used to be (she’s still very hot), it’s that it simply didn’t work. Perhaps it’s because I just want her to be with Smith, or it’s that it felt like a backwards leap – I can’t quite put my finger on why it didn’t work. All I can say is . . . it didn’t work. When the third act came around I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Mr. Big will be back and boy do I love me some Mr. Big. Well, I am sad to even call it a third act because it was probably under five minutes. They quickly tied the “story” up with a big pink bow and ended the film. I sat through 2 hours of Abu Dhabi for five minutes with Mr. Big?! I’m pained to hit the publish button on this post. I so badly wanted this film to be good, and the critics to be wrong. So that I can sleep well tonight, I will tell you that the film is still worth seeing. I love these women, I love these characters, and I love the fashion. Go pay tribute!
After scouring the internet for way too long, I discovered the name of the steamy French photographer that shot Whitney Port’s look book on last night’s ‘The City.’ His name is Jonathan Alpeyrie, and I’ve listed his website below. I dedicated such an insane amount of time locating his name because . . . well, I’m pretty shallow and he’s very good looking. Aside from that, he really is talented. I hope that Whitney will come to her senses and go on another date with the guy, but after seeing her eyes glaze over when he brought up a heavy subject involving something other than clothes and glitter, I imagine she’ll stay uninterested. Sigh – perhaps she’ll find someone she has more in common with.