Life is short, and every moment that passes is one that is gone forever. The producers of Sex in the City owe me a significant part of my life back. And I don't take credit.
The movie was consumerist porn, with the main characters using materialism to make their special claim to vapidity. I think I came down with carpel tunnel syndrome from twisting my wrist so often to see what time it was.
The question I have for my wife and female friends is this: what is it about these women that you relate to? Here is what I took out of the movie: you should buy nice shoes, a Louis Vitton bag is apparently more important than the situation in Darfur, being dumped four times by the same guy makes for a compelling story, and that your friend shitting her pants is pretty funny. The latter I get, the rest...
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i am so with you, except i want my 5 hours back. that's how long it took for the movie to download on my laptop in 5 parts which meant i had to wait for about 45 min between each part. also, i could only see the top half of the screen and the guy who illegally taped it in china kept burping and eating popcorn.
The burping must have definitely improved the dialogue.
My husband said, "So, what? Is this the 'Movie of Unreliable Men?'"
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