By Rob Rector
I know this is breaking format a bit, but I think this merits a post. Two people viewing the same film: one has a 10-year history with its characters, one going into the theater cold. I coerced my editor Jen Ellingsworth to chat with me after we screened the new “Sex and the City” film, for she was a die-hard fan and I thought Vera Wang was a social disease. So, here is our discussion, following a brief preamble:
Anticipating the anguished emails of readers who may take umbrage to any critiquing whatsoever of their beloved characters from “Sex and the City,” I opted for a different (read: cowardly) approach to this review which enlists the talents of my editor, one Jen Ellingsworth – perhaps the target audience for this show.
My theory is that if the producers wanted to make a film that catered specifically to the audience, it would have been released in the comfortable confines of its HBO home. Since it was debuting at the multiplex, however, it should be fair game for a standard critique on how it stands up as a film. (For example, if Pixar films are for children, shouldn’t they be open to adult reviewers?)
Since I was a virgin to “Sex” – I have never watched an episode, nor was I overcome with any desire in which to do so – I felt the thoughts and comments of one who had spent many an hour with our fab foursome would be of relative importance.
So below is the podcast of our post-screening conversation over a few rounds of martinis and Budweiser.
As always, you can dowload the episode right here.