Finally! After the rise and fall of gazillions of tacky fads for several seasons, the real stylish crew from Manhattan is back.
Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker and every strand of her curly blonde locks), Samantha (Kim Cattrall, who has recently turned 50), Charlotte (sweet and charming Kristin Davis), and Miranda (redhead Cynthia Nixon) are bound to take the world by storm once again, this time on the silver screen.
With the script being penned by the illustrious Michael Patrick King (the writer for the series since forever), I just can’t wait to start munching some popcorn and enjoy not just the racy humor, but also the chic outfits. Manolos anyone?
As tasty icing on the cake, Chris Noth is also back as Mr. Big! (Okay…I’m giggling like a high school groupie now.) Picturing the twosome back in each other’s arms makes me fantasize about finding Big love in the Big Apple someday. Enough said.
It was from the SATC series that I first gained a smattering of everything New York, haute couture, the über-great lives of independent career women, and of course, sex. And its many incarnations.
I first caught sight of the Emmy Award-winning show way back in third grade. Thanks to my sister who worships Cindy Crawford and the rest of those lanky ladies on the runway, I got hooked to it after tracking the lives of the fabulous quartet for an episode or two. But given my tender age and then-pristine head, I often had dazzled and unbelieving feedbacks after every episode full of their “sexcapades” and campy conversations over coffee any grandparent shouldn’t eavesdrop in. “I can’t believe people do that!” or “Oh no, she didn’t!” would escape my mouth as I cozily prop my feet up a sofa and glue my eyes on the screen every Tuesday and Saturday, unconsciously losing a sliver of my naiveté after every episode. Yes, it’s all fiction. But art imitates life after all.
“When I grow up, I want to be Carrie Bradshaw,” I reply to some of my close peers, every time talks of career plans brewed among us. The show made quite a hefty impact on me, and my perception on tons of taboo subjects, and made me brave enough not to cringe when I hear the word “sex”. And though it turned me into “the” precocious little kid who knew too much about sex, it didn’t just teach me that tongue action is a no-no when kissing (and a lot more risqué stuff) and that fashion fades but style lives on, it also imparted life-changing lessons on friendship (or how your girlfriends will stick with you through drab and fab), love (or why your luvah doesn’t always turn out to be that lovable. Not even in Paris.), and loving the skin you’re in. Which, by the way, you should drape with nothing but fabulous clothes.
I could’ve used up piles of Kleenex had I not tried to compose myself as I watched the cast and crew bid goodbye on the final episode of this well-loved series. I thought I’d never see Carrie and the girls again. But with this movie in the offing, I have no reason to snivel anymore. Now all I have to do to is to wait for Carrie as she clicks on another query for her column, this time with loudspeakers and a giant screen.
Long live SATC! And to the filthier-than-yeast infection brain I got from it.
With the script being penned by the illustrious Michael Patrick King (the writer for the series since forever), I just can’t wait to start munching some popcorn and enjoy not just the racy humor, but also the chic outfits. Manolos anyone?
As tasty icing on the cake, Chris Noth is also back as Mr. Big! (Okay…I’m giggling like a high school groupie now.) Picturing the twosome back in each other’s arms makes me fantasize about finding Big love in the Big Apple someday. Enough said.
It was from the SATC series that I first gained a smattering of everything New York, haute couture, the über-great lives of independent career women, and of course, sex. And its many incarnations.
I first caught sight of the Emmy Award-winning show way back in third grade. Thanks to my sister who worships Cindy Crawford and the rest of those lanky ladies on the runway, I got hooked to it after tracking the lives of the fabulous quartet for an episode or two. But given my tender age and then-pristine head, I often had dazzled and unbelieving feedbacks after every episode full of their “sexcapades” and campy conversations over coffee any grandparent shouldn’t eavesdrop in. “I can’t believe people do that!” or “Oh no, she didn’t!” would escape my mouth as I cozily prop my feet up a sofa and glue my eyes on the screen every Tuesday and Saturday, unconsciously losing a sliver of my naiveté after every episode. Yes, it’s all fiction. But art imitates life after all.
“When I grow up, I want to be Carrie Bradshaw,” I reply to some of my close peers, every time talks of career plans brewed among us. The show made quite a hefty impact on me, and my perception on tons of taboo subjects, and made me brave enough not to cringe when I hear the word “sex”. And though it turned me into “the” precocious little kid who knew too much about sex, it didn’t just teach me that tongue action is a no-no when kissing (and a lot more risqué stuff) and that fashion fades but style lives on, it also imparted life-changing lessons on friendship (or how your girlfriends will stick with you through drab and fab), love (or why your luvah doesn’t always turn out to be that lovable. Not even in Paris.), and loving the skin you’re in. Which, by the way, you should drape with nothing but fabulous clothes.
I could’ve used up piles of Kleenex had I not tried to compose myself as I watched the cast and crew bid goodbye on the final episode of this well-loved series. I thought I’d never see Carrie and the girls again. But with this movie in the offing, I have no reason to snivel anymore. Now all I have to do to is to wait for Carrie as she clicks on another query for her column, this time with loudspeakers and a giant screen.
Long live SATC! And to the filthier-than-yeast infection brain I got from it.
3 comments:
I love SATC! Even gay people could relate to these women's sensibilities.. and New York City just sounds dreamy- definitely in my list of places I want to visit ; )
This movie is worth falling in line for at Cosmos Cinema! Hahahaha!
I know you do! You're actually a bit Miranda, but a lot more Samantha! hehe;P
Definitely! I'll be first in the queue, and I swear I would not mind the "surot" and the "tidiness" just this once.
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