Especially for your family.
So I did. This weekend, I accompanied my mother and my sister to the movies. Not a sacrifice yet, but we watched Sex and the City. And that’s the bad part…
I’ve seen maybe five epsiodes of the show (mostly because I enjoy Kim Catrall‘s character Samantha) and never had any desire to see more of it.
I just don’t get it.
I don’t care about labels.
I don’t care about shoes (except that I like to wear some, when I am in a city, at least). Spending 525$ on a pair of shoes, and ugly ones at that? No way! When shoes cost more than 50$, I’m already reconsidering and more often than not, not buying.
I don’t think it’s outrageous that women talk about sex.
And I really hate the hidden kitsch. If you want to have kitsch, that’s fine. I like a mushy movie from time to time myself. But why pretend to be so tough and “it’s all about sex and not about love” and then go on and on and on about love and falling in love and staying in love and love, love, love… gnnaaargh…
One surprise: I think it’s the first time that I actually saw a dick in an American movie (which was not porn).
The best part of the evening?
The trailers. First, the extended trailer for the Dark Knight (with more talking and less exploding. It was shown before a girly movie…) (I am so excited!), then for You Don’t Mess with the Zohan, which is either going to be hilarious or the worst thing ever (usually, Adam Sandler movies sound like the worst thing ever, but often end up being funny. The same rule applies to Jack Black movies. And Ben Stiller movies).
***EDIT: Read the related article “This one’s for the fellas. No ladies allowed!”… It’s worth it!***