The other day I, like every other female in the world, went to see Sex and the City 2 as a treat to myself for finishing my bachelor degree in psychology and social anthropology (of course I had to get that detail in some way). Anyway, the movie has more or less be slaughtered in the reviews, but still 72 870 Norwegians went to see the movie the opening weekend. Quick calculation indicates that approximately 1,6 % of the Norwegian population saw the movie this weekend, but since 99 % of the 72 870 ppl are female, the more correct percentage would be the double since the portion men and women are fairly equal in the population. Ok, done with the digression.
Anyway, again, the movie was worth watching. It's indeed SATCish and more than ever it's based on having to know the story of the girls and their lives. It has several funny scenes that build a giggle which eventually bursts into laughter, and of course the awkward parts that makes you twist and turn like a fish on land in your seat. To my taste, it was lacking an equal share of focus on the girls when Carrie and Samantha (no shocker there really) caught most of the spotlight. Charlotte and Miranda, being my favorite, had their moments, but they weren't as up-tight as they used to be which probably formed their part in the movie as well.
As always after watching SATC movies or episodes it always makes me wonder about the labels we put on our personal relationship status. Married, divorced, single, live-in-boyfriend, boyfriend, dating etc.. These are all categories to help ppl sort out their lives and others', but to me the "single" category is biased. One is "never" really single due to the fact that one's always looking for that special someone (everyone who has seen some SATC know what I'm talking about) and hopelessly believing that one will find him/her some day.
Facebook also operates with these categories, but they've added one more: "it's complicated". I want to wrap my arms around this category and squeeze it tight, because it's the truth. Two (or actually three) little words just made the horrifying "single"-status less true. How can "it's complicated" not be more fitting? Isn't being single as complicated as it gets? Looking around the next corner because I might bump into him; interpreting his text (which actually didn't mean anything special) as a sign that he's into me; lingering around the gym because he usually works out around this time; working up the courage to ask him to meet me for a coffee. Need I say more? The anticipation, the hoping, the worrying, the analyzing; if that's not complicated then I don't know what is?!
Let's relabel and face the music: it's freaking complicated.
Anyway, again, the movie was worth watching. It's indeed SATCish and more than ever it's based on having to know the story of the girls and their lives. It has several funny scenes that build a giggle which eventually bursts into laughter, and of course the awkward parts that makes you twist and turn like a fish on land in your seat. To my taste, it was lacking an equal share of focus on the girls when Carrie and Samantha (no shocker there really) caught most of the spotlight. Charlotte and Miranda, being my favorite, had their moments, but they weren't as up-tight as they used to be which probably formed their part in the movie as well.
As always after watching SATC movies or episodes it always makes me wonder about the labels we put on our personal relationship status. Married, divorced, single, live-in-boyfriend, boyfriend, dating etc.. These are all categories to help ppl sort out their lives and others', but to me the "single" category is biased. One is "never" really single due to the fact that one's always looking for that special someone (everyone who has seen some SATC know what I'm talking about) and hopelessly believing that one will find him/her some day.
Facebook also operates with these categories, but they've added one more: "it's complicated". I want to wrap my arms around this category and squeeze it tight, because it's the truth. Two (or actually three) little words just made the horrifying "single"-status less true. How can "it's complicated" not be more fitting? Isn't being single as complicated as it gets? Looking around the next corner because I might bump into him; interpreting his text (which actually didn't mean anything special) as a sign that he's into me; lingering around the gym because he usually works out around this time; working up the courage to ask him to meet me for a coffee. Need I say more? The anticipation, the hoping, the worrying, the analyzing; if that's not complicated then I don't know what is?!
Let's relabel and face the music: it's freaking complicated.
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