You know what gets people worked up on the internet? Not children going to bed hungry. Not murderers and rapists who never see the inside of a jail cell. Not people who abuse animals. No, it’s Sex and the City 2 that makes people lose their flippin’ minds.
I watched it the other day and to say the least, I was very disappointed. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a huge fan of the series and SATC 1 but SATC 2 was just over the top. Not only was the movie exageratted to the point of madness, it was blatantly disrespectful to Arabic and Muslim cultures and tradition. Anyway, before going for the movie, I heard/read some pretty nasty reviews about how it’s THE WORST THING EVER and OH MY GOD MY EYES ARE BLEEDING and some of those comments were confirmed in my watching of the movie. But then today… I found a diamond in the rough that really got me thinking.
Jackie Ashley is a reviewer for London’s Guardian newspaper and she’s taken an even-handed enough view of “Sex and the City 2” to acknowledge “we all need a bit of escapism sometimes.”
Yes, escapism. You know, like all those men who are all too happy to spend $10 on the latest “Die Hard With Aliens And Guns And Robots And Megan Fox 3.”
One major complaint I heard from guys was the droves in which girls went to watch SATC 2 but hey, movies like “Transformers,” “Hancock” or “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom” are targeted at and marketed to high school-aged boys and they too turn out in droves on opening weekend. Summer after summer brings us blockbuster hits focused on stereotypically male fantasies full of blood, guts, boobs, bombs exploding, guns shooting, giant alien feet demolishing cars, lasers incinerating entire cities, the girl getting rescued, etc.
Of course, I’m stereotyping here. Obviously, there were girls who liked Transformers too. But the point is, generally, as far as Hollywood is concerned, the two genders have two different escapist fantasies. Do we hear a peep about how awful the films targeted towards men are? Not a chance.
Ashley sums it up succinctly:
“My contention is that there is nothing more intrinsically objectionable in women fantasising about big shopping and the ups and downs of urban sexuality than men fantasising about war, gangs or fast cars. … What really irritates me is the effortless assumption of male superiority that suggests male fantasy lives are more serious and real than female ones. … It’s all trashy and silly. There is nothing inherently noble or serious-minded about men screaming for one patch of the earth’s surface against another patch, as they follow 11 people in shirts and shorts booting a ball. Watching Tarantino films about Americans scalping Nazis, or gladiators capering about in a mock-up of ancient Rome isn’t “higher” than watching women engage in competitive shopping ‘n’ bitching. Indeed, it’s further away from everyday realities, not closer to them. … In short, the critics of ‘Sex and the City’ need to lighten up and remember that everyone has a different fantasy world.”
And thus, I take it back and I couldn’t agree more. My fantasy world would be one where we pause at all the bloody, violent movies marketed towards teenage boys and men instead of having one big, collective conniption fit over just one film marketed towards women about shopping and sexing.
And in tribute to SATC, I give you Samantha!