Sex and the City: Bittersweet Chocolate.
*WARNING: Some minor spoilers ahead.*
‘Twas like a confection. True, most will remember it for its blinding parade of pouffy dresses and towering heels, but to me, it was like consuming a huge, over-sized hunk of bittersweet chocolate.
No, I won’t spoil pivotal plot twists in Sex and the City: The Movie, but suffice is to say, the flick was fashionable, chic, sometimes sweet and sometimes a tad depressing . . . in the way that the challenges one faces in one’s forties are much different, and sometimes more serious, than in one’s twenties and thirties. Our quartet of HBO gals are four years older in the new movie. They’ve faced ups and downs in life, and carry those triumphs and defeats with them. I left the movie theater on opening weekend after watching the ladies feeling as though I should be saying things such as: “I couldn’t help but wonder, is this what life in the forties is like? We’ll learn that things -- like marriage and compromises made for love -- aren’t always what they were cracked up to be? Like bittersweet chocolate, when you’re in your forties, can love be bitter?”
I’ve always felt a certain level of kinship with the heroine and heart of the series, Carrie Bradshaw. While on paper we have absolutely nada in common -- I’ve never lived in New York City, I married my college sweetheart and have three kids -- I too am a columnist who likes to ponder and wonder and attempt to make sense of the world by musing in essays such as this one. And though I grabbed for a hanky when, during the conclusion of the TV series, Carrie’s longtime love flew to Paris to tell her that she was his One, I’ve always felt uneasy with Mr. Big, the way he wormed and wheedled his way in and out of situations to suit his own narcissistic motives, to hell with everyone else. Carrie’s love for him, for her friends and for her clothes was always uncomplicated. Mr. Big, he was complicated, big time. So when I stepped into the theater I wondered if the film would do anything to alter my perception of Mr. Big. Alas, it did not. While he and Carrie may have been star-crossed lovers, similar to the ones you read about in classic literature, Mr. Big never convinced me that he was worthy of “our gal,” especially in the film.
To discuss Carrie’s story in the movie any more in depth would betray too many plot points here, though, overall, I found her portrayal to be darker and more thoughtful than in the past. And if you’re a romantic at heart, you might come away from the movie wishing your significant other would recite this poem some day. It was a poem Carrie was reading to do research on a book about love.