And I found myself wondering...

Medora and I went to see the Sex and the City movie Sunday night. I walked out of the theater and just could not figure out what was wrong. And it hit me: It was all wrong. I've been watching season 3, and it reminded me why I like the show. Despite the insane amount of designer clothing and the ridiculous restaurants and the fact that I STILL can't accept the fact that Carrie lives in that apartment while buying way too many expensive shoes and outfits, I enjoyed it. I liked how each episode revolved around one theme, something approached from multiple angles. I loved Carrie's ridiculous outfits and Aiden, and Samantha's crazy sex life, and Miranda's absolute wonderfulness (I admit, big crush there), and I loved to hate Charlotte (and man, do I hate Charlotte).

They tackled ISSUES, and I liked that, even if it were in a way that I didn't agree with. Like the episode where Carrie is dating the bisexual guy, and the girls have this discussion and say stuff along the lines that "bisexuality doesn't exist, it not a sexual orientation it's just being greedy, etc." And of course, that was NOT cool with me, but I was at least appreciative that in the end, Carrie kissed a girl (Alanis Morrisette, no less) and made a rational decision that it was not for her, and she was not okay with dating a bisexual man. The series presented complex emotional problems and responses and storylines that stretched for months or years.

Not to mention the sheer joy of watching four young(ish), single (mostly) women living independently in a big city, with their own apartments, jobs, friends, lives, with a quest for love but not necessarily a NEED for it. I know that I'll probably never have the money to live anything like that, but the thought of having a life in a big city with friends and fun and a job and trivial little problems that have nothing to do with living in the dorms.

And I did not find that in the movie. Everything just felt forced. There were complex emotional situations that I felt fell flat (how's that for alliteration). I LOVE Miranda, and I found her annoying and mean. And Carrie too, and Samantha was really not doing anything fun. And Charlotte might as well not have existed. Everyone seemed... old. Just old. I couldn't connect to them anymore. And for some reason, it made me so sad.