Barf-o-ramaon March 1, 2012 at 1:36 pm
The only movie I’ve ever walked out on was “Fish Tank”, since it was giving me some pretty maxed out anxiety. However, I wish I could say that it was this movie instead, because WHAT A STINKER THAT WAS.
I have nothing to say about the series, since I’ve never really watched it. But being dragged to the movies, forced to endure this crap, that was just too much. I enjoy seeing Kim Cattrall naked – apart from some sushi-bits – as much as the next person, but the rest of it was just awul, and I think the scene in this week’s WIC takes the cake.
The fact that she hired an assistant to unpack her moving boxes and keep track of her life (WHAT THE FLIPPING-RUBBER-DUCK-FUCK?!) was pretty demented on it’s own, but when she treats her with a bag expensive enough to feed a small country is when I bit a hole through my tongue. The assistant reacts with shock, girlish squeals and then tears of joy and the whole thing is just utterly sick.
Thank you “Sex and the City – the movie” for learning me about female friendship and healthy values and if you ever show your skanky face around me again, I’ll crack that nose of yours.