I know that I am strictly a television blogger, but this is the first and last time that I will discuss a film here- unless, of course, Rob Thomas ever makes a Veronica Mars movie. Or Amy Sherman-Palladino makes a Gilmore Girls movie. Fingers crossed.
It's impossible for me to convey to you how nervous I was about this movie. I was beyond excited to be seeing these characters again and watching more of their fabulous story. Yet, at the same time, I was afraid that it would ruin everything. The series finale, "An American Girl in Paris," was perfect in every way imaginable. It brought the storylines to a close, while expressing the true heart of what the show had been about for 6 seasons. Four years later... This movie is released, and I wavered between confidence--knowing that I trusted Michael Patrick King to write a good story for the girls--and anxiety that no ending could be better than the one they already had, and that opening that neatly tied box to put something new in there could disrupt the balance of it all. Previews for the film hinted at a wedding for Carrie and Mr. Big, the destruction of the wedding of Carrie and Mr. Big, and a catastrophe occurring in the marriage of Miranda and Steve. (Witness me moving steadily from the "trust" side of the spectrum to the "fear" side). But I had to see for myself. Even after the mixed reviews. And after waking up today, finding the earliest movie time available, and journeying alone to a movie theatre full of only women, I watched it. All 2 hours and 26 minutes of it. Afterwards, I understood why so many critics had panned it, in the same way that I ever "understand" how people can't see what I see in the things that I deeply love. If they don't feel the same connection that I do, I merely feel sorry for them to be missing out on a magical experience and immediately disregard their opinions.
In my opinion, the movie was amazing. It offered new elements to the glamorous saga--a glimpse into how our characters deal with situations from the perspective of 40-something women--and it stayed true to the 4 girls we have known and loved for so long. I could not be any happier about it. This may be hard for some to believe, given Carrie's depression and Miranda's struggles, but I found it to be not only realistic to the wide scope of the human experience but also necessary for the characters themselves to grow. Learning is a lifelong process, even for fictional people. Love and forgiveness were the themes of this movie. After 6 seasons of wonderful Sex and the City goodness, it turns out that the girls still have some things to learn about those virtues, and so do we.
In conclusion, I'd like to apologize to Michael Patrick King for ever doubting him, and to thank him, and all the actors, for giving me more of what I love. And especially for adding a few excellent scenes to my stockpile for Big-athons. Mr. Big, I will love YOU forever.
Friday, May 30, 2008
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