Yesterday my sister and the Kiddo and I went to see Sex And The City. I haven't taken the Kiddo to a movie in months and I was not hopeful that he would be still and quiet through this one (the last time we only made about half an hour into Horton Hears a Who before it became clear that he was finished being mesmerized by the on-screen antics and was more interested in creating his own Dr. Seuss-inspired antics by trying to run up and down the isles and climb on the seat in front of us, so we made a quick departure).At SATC I was totally prepared to spend the whole time out in the lobby, but gosh darn if the little prince didn't sit on my lap in the front row and watch quietly for a whole hour! After that, without making a peep, he nursed a bit and then got a little restless so I put him in the Ergo and stood in the back of the theater while he nursed and slept for the rest of the movie!
Maybe my impression of the film was colored by the amazing fact that I was able to watch an entire movie for the first time in so long, but I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed it. Having read a few of the anything-but-glowing reviews of the flick, my expectations were very low. So imagine my surprise when I found myself laughing and even shedding a couple of tears here and there! It was not great cinema, but wow, what fun!
Like I told my sister when we were leaving, creaky dialogue and credibility-straining plot points be damned, the movie fits into its own category: Emotional Retail Porn.
Have you seen the movie? What did you think of it?
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