Movie Review: Sex and The City

Okay, this a chick flick and a bargaining point for all the guys in relationships and potential relationships, and those who are “just friends” who are need in of counting coups. This movie, and secretly a guilty pleasure for guys, has successfully transferred itself from the small screen to the big screen. It had everything including the Hollywood ending, except for a good car chase and bullets flying through the air.

It did, however, have the emotional daggers and dramas that women tend to crave, and allow the 21^st century guy the ability to empathize and relate without appearing gay or as wimps. In other words, it had enough titillation (pun intended) for the guys to be appreciative of the raw honesty that had made the series a success on HBO and plot to keep a guy’s interests. With that said, this reviewer does not reveal plot points or twists, enough of that has been in the commercials on television. Yes, it is predictable. Yes, it is sugary sweet, schmaltzy even, but it will allow you, the guy, to connect in an adult way with your lady friend for the evening—and if you are lucky, have a fond memory as you watch the joy on your lady friends face as she is viewing the movie.

I certainly do—even after the movie, when we went out for drinks (we had Killians not Cosmopolitans, by the way)—her face lit up each time she recollected a particular moment within the movie. There was much joy—and I was happy I had been there to share it with her (yes, even guys get sentimental). Sex and The City may not make the top ten list at the end of the year on anyone’s movie list, but it will certainly be top ten list of memories (oh god—that was way too schmaltzy—I need an action flick—quick!) Oh, by the way, I parlayed taking my friend to Sex and The City for a romantic comedy and an action flick.

So guys take your gal pal and enjoy the evening, you might even enjoy yourself and have a couple of good laughs…