When Sex and the city launched the movie 2 years ago, I was excited. I looked forward to the reunion of the 4 distinct personalities and the big wedding. Expectations were half-met. There were about 2 scenes that were exceptional. Other than that, there was mediocrity.
This year, the trailer for the sequel confirmed my fears. The show seems to have taken the unfortunate trek away from the original roots – 4 women with 4 perspectives, 4 varied strings of related-able problems, and 4 sets of fashion sense. Now, except for the hair colour, they dress and walk the same.
I adore the series for the writing. Character development is deliberated crafted. Dialogue and chemistry came first. Skirts and background furniture are secondary. Perhaps it is the nature of a feature film – distract the audience with glitz and a sad lack of realism for 146 minutes. Afterall, that’s all you have. 146 minutes opposed to six seasons.
Granted, I have not watched the sequel1. I do not have the the urge to run to the theaters because all the PR ra-ra is focused on the exotic set, trendsetting fashion, and brief appearance of Aiden. I wish they haven’t.
One can’t help but wonder – are they trying to recapture the magic or their youth?
You know the Apple vs PC ads that we all love? Funnily imbalanced and totally effective. Given the track record, I am rather surprised that this same company who appears to be so onboard the train of competition humour cannot appreciate a comedian’s work. Though she had to ‘apologise’ for the tongue-in-cheek portrayal of the popular gadget, she definitely went down fighting. Heh.
Anyway if you have not seen Ellen’s parody of the phone functionality, watch it soon. Who knows when the “cease and desist” thingy may appear.
On a similar note, I enjoyed the Apple vs Blackberry ads. Of course, since it was formed in the rooms of highly paid ad men (and not from a comedian), it was just simple facts.
I am Dull Doris. The fruit of socialized dismantlement and commercialized broadcasting. I am the descend of falling lint in the blue vacuum chamber.
Ok. So I cannot write like the guys of Fight Club.
Since the less than eventful trip to the Coronary Care Unit, I have a new sense of moving forth. No more the obsession, no less the curiosity. No more the status-ing, no less the updating. No more the dramatics, no less the polishing. No more the reel, no less real.
Inspired by Julie&Julia, I plan to do 52 things, things which I have not done for at least 5 years. All in 52 weeks. Each week I will try to recapture the light of the yester brilliance. Makes me smile just thinking about it. 1st week’s assignment was simple, relaxing and quite frankly, came as a surprise. I need to catch up on Week 2 and Week 3 soon before I get derailed again. Flight schedule is not playing well with this hobby. Plus, website is not near ready. Why, lazy me.
Before this entry begins to feel more suited for closure, I shall end with my exhilaration for Michael C. Hall’s win at the Globes. I cannot wait for season 4 to return to FX.
Traditionally, I am not a fan of book adaptations1. It was 1998, The Reader left a deep impression and I read it several times over simply because. In fact, my first book review was on this novel, back in the days of littledot.net. It sure took Hollywood long enough to make this into another movie.
I have not watched the film but I do like Kate Winslet (most of the times). I am pleased that the performance has been recognised. Very looking forward to the release in Singapore.
The book is somewhere in the stash. Next spring-clean stop!
The 60th set of nominations has been released. As a proud TV addict, I am pleased to see Dexter, Pushing daisies and 30 Rock on the list, after a week’s exile in central China. I cannot tell who has better acting/directing skills. But I like it when people die, get cut up, are revived, and/or are mocked at.
Speaking of glitz, I felt like a rockstar when I feasted on the non-carb meal onboard SQ. Everyone, who is not adverse to protein, should seriously try it.