I am all set I’m going to the flicks next weekend to see the NEW Sex And The City film.......I know!, but somehow it just seems right, like the Burger King you knew you would eventually succumb to even though it ticked all the relatively *wrong* boxes on the ethics front.
(Ok I’m standing here alcy anonymous style and saying) Hello... my name’s Debbie and I am talking about the new SATC film – there I said it – and we don’t even need the full descriptive title, the abbreviated one is imprinted in our brains (well most of us).
What TF is it about that series and its films?. I admit too, that I succumbed to the TV series with the same sort of oh-so-wrong Burger King moment; a lot of looking forward to and then wondering what it was all about when the satient feeling began to wear off as soon as the credits rolled. But the anticipation was always there bringing me back for more (SATC that is not BK).
My daughter bought me the DVD of film no.1 as well. I know this makes me sound like an addict in denial but really I do know it’s just a bit of superfluous-fun-lite film down time.
So why can’t I leave it there? – because I think maybe there has been something in the whole phenomena of these four gals from NY and their soul bearing stories, that actually documents a shift it may not have done *feminism* as feminists would like to see it. And it didn’t do having-it-all women in the negative nor indeed the positive either.
More a fantastical reality. No matter how much you empathised with, or envied Miranda and her job and subsequent baby and lifestyle juggling, hiring the housemaid was pure fantasy in most people’s world.
Carrie’s journo –blog job which managed to bring in enough dosh to buy half of Harvey Nic's and Knightsbridge (if indeed she had lived London) was a fantasy that every working girl would love to have lived, writer or not - and probably especially if a writer.
Samantha doing her thing
Samantha’s expressive love life at 40+ was stuff of dreams (if that’s what floats your boat, which for a lot of 40++ something’s it very probably is!) not a great deal of actual s-e-x on the screen but the sheer filmic anticipation was enough to trigger that après-satient moment.
All that and enjoying the playoffs between them and things like Charlotte’s prissy demise into Harrry’s arms, was just a squirmingly funny delight.
If the mixture was a cake it would have made it onto a Michelin starred Sweet Trolley (bit of an oxymoron kitchism there) but that is exactly how it came over!. All fluff and sassy to boot.
And it did, however fantastically and with fantastic locations, mirror what was happening – whether we liked it or not. Almost as spectacularly, ending with the film arriving just as the crisis hit everyone’s jobs and pockets ’08.
Samantha (Kim Cattrall ) has recently started work back in the UK in a new theatre production and was quoted saying in the Observer recently, despite her highly preened, coifed and buffed bod...... "I really don't think there's ever been a character like this before," she has said. "Well, there has been. But there's never been a woman who hasn't paid a terrible price for being free."
She has been in theatre in tandem with SATC for a while now and also appeared in amongst other productions Whose Life is it Anyway, about four years ago.
There is, I think, a parallel here......
The Carrie Bradshaw’s of this world certainly don’t have it any more easy these days even though the internet has opened up scope for writers. And if the statistics for Media studies degree courses are anything to go by there is no shortage of potential writers being churned out onto the jobs market as were art students a few years back.
Carrie at her Mac
Before her heady days of writing for Vogue and Book launches (nope I'm not jealous - really)
And here's an article in the Huffington Post by New York writer and poet Caroline Hagood who’s work style is perhaps a bit more akin to the Carrie character.
Whatever becomes popular as an aspirational choice I guess. Art students got wised up with the advent of ‘80’s and more importantly ‘90’s art with its young and famous types (money is in there somewhere). Just as the media has thrown up a plethora of journo’s chasing celebrity and sub-celebrity culture; this being a vital money spinner in regular news threatened, gossipy – internet times. The basis being a move from news reporting and pandering to the punter anything with a celebrity style slant of tidbit gossip revenue.
And Not necessarily with the writers remunerated. It’s a glamorous life; whoops I didn’t notice the paycheck-lite moment.
A shift though may be taking place, for writers actually being able to afford some of the Bradshaw shoe fetish (rather than being paid a pittance). As it seems we really do need news to be reported in these times rather than the diet of superfluous fluffy bits that had been increasingly adopted by a scared, internet threatened media.
This must be good news for good writers, with the climate of late having its freelance job websites adding insult to injury by requiring the work upfront – you and 50 or -60 others all competing for the whim of the client. That is a lot of time spent chasing a maybe lottery win of not much. Ok for students while studying but hardly the stuff of a further career. And ok it is no different than job interviews, statistics wise. But that idea was evolving into a permanent state for jobless writers.
The internet has proven to break up the old school thinking about writing and reporting. Also though the bottoming out of create more of what-they-want-content and now a space is opening up for writers to take a more active role in the content they create. A morphing of writing style if you like to include the writer’s thoughts as taken a stage further from dry reporting.
So I will be along for the SATC ride and indulge in whatever fantastical realms Michael Patrick King puts those ladies in this time, but you never know Samantha and Carrie may have just a bit more on their expensive collective sleeves than the odd broken, fantasy fuelled heart .......or maybe not !
I’m sold again either way!....
The Broadway Cinema where I intend to plonk myself to watch this has a special night to indulge your Carrie fantasies and to dress appropo, the ticket comes complete with cocktails..... but is sadly sold out.
In hind sight though I probably would have had difficulty finding anything approaching the fashion- de-SATC required, come to think of it most of the people who frequent the Broadway would have similar Art House Cinema haven’t-got-a-thing-to-wear crisis, unless of course trying the fancy dress approach.
Man Bartlett also has a tandem thing going on with his monthly prints... check them out and his really cool film of art in progress.........
And an afterthought on The Great Art Heist ; tricky one this, ok I’m not over keen on the actual paintings that were taken; could take them or leave them – pardon the pun. But how to offload them? – poor sods.
Ransom? Urrrmmm.... I know!! Problem with a high profile hand over?....could always use PayPal... simples!
Back on Wednesday!