Still high on SATC

It used to be a sitcom. A six-season sitcom my husband carried all the way from the states after I got a glimpse of it at the end of another sitcom (F.R.I.E.N.D.S., which got boring and forced after Monica and Chandler got married; although I’m still Matthew Perry’s biggest fan). A sitcome an online friend of mine referred to being about “ugly Jew broads” & features “that horsy-faced Sarah Jessica Parker”. And one I always felt pressured to explain why and what I liked about in gentle company. To the extent of defending my self, sometimes!

You get to hear about blow-jobs, eating-in and up-the-butt over Sunday brunch. You see the kind of fabulous people who makes you wonder if this is the world you’d like to belong to. And lines after lines of Manolo Blahnik strappy sandals you know you’ll probably never get to wear. You witness Carrie and friends go “ick” when hearing a love poem (save the kind you see on Cosmo, regarding dresses); see them dumping a guy for a “short-coming” (not literal) he has no control over or failed to give them the “zsa zsa zsu” when they first look at him! You hear them explain how giving & receiving head can be an enjoyable experience ‘with the right guy’, never to knock it before trying it and all that stuff that made critiques comment they were acting, I heard, “like gay men”. Their biggest worries, next to where their next orgasm is coming from, probably is “a little substance abuse in the form of expensive footware”. A glimpse, in short, that tempts you to dismiss them & it (if you haven’t already) as shallow, offensive and down right dirty the first time around.

Imagine, therefore, the pleasant surprise when one discovers a liking to it – to the point of addiction – after one learned what to expect from “Samantha” and got cozy with the FF button on one’s remote control. When one realizes there was more to the lines than dirty talk. To the women than mere dresses and shoes. A universal quality to the many questions and answers of a “Single gal” from Manhattan (“Can women have sex like men?”, “Exactly how powerful is beauty?”, “Is there a secret cold war between marrieds and singles?” under titles like: “Models and Mortals”, “Bay of Married Pigs”, “The Monogamists”, etc). And, finally, more of you in them than you’d like to admit! 😉

It’s exquisitely shot (“Manhattan is the 5th lady”), webbed masterfully & intricately (you gotta watch every episode atleast 3 times until that hits you) and funny as hell. Just a look at Carrie’s eye brows when she’s making fun of somebody or something, or feigns confusion, is a priceless experience you’ll never get anywhere else. It’s the only sitcom that gets better with time. Like wine!

And this day, in the year of our lord 30 May 2008, “Sex and the City (the movie)” will hit the theatres (or atleast that’s how i heard it put). Can’t wait until I can get my hands on it. And hope you will too!

Enjoy!
(your weekend, my movie or both ;))

USA Today: ‘Sex and the City’ feels as familiar as a favorite shoe!