Sex & The City: The Movie

Far be it for me, wearer of pantyhose and *garanimals for grown-ups* for the past 14 years to attempt commentary on the fashion featured in this film. I do recommend reading the lengthy article in this month's Vogue Magazine for a great behind the scenes look, I read it Wednesday while getting my hair cut.

[PMS DISCLAIMER]: SATC should not be viewed whilst PMSing. Wow - Talk about a roller coaster of emotional highs and lows. By the time the movie was over my eyes were stinging from wiping away tears with napkins coated in butter and salt. Jeez Louise. I won't pretend that I can string together words eloquent enough to describe how deeply I felt the pain each character experienced through the haze of PMS. The fact that I "felt deeply" about anything in the movie now (over 24 hours later) feels a little silly - but honestly, I could identify with each one in some way, most especially Carrie. So much so that I had to go for a long silent drive after the movie to get my head back together after feeling so much for 2+ hours. Oy.

Did anyone else have this reaction? I'm glad I'm reading the book about human consciousness and the ego and what sort of role it plays in the "self" - especially in terms of what we identify with - the collective people, places and things that we think make up / determine our identity. Seriously, SATC:TM turned me into a complete train wreck temporarily. It was a beautiful, wretched experience from start to finish. I don't recommend going to see it with your 60-something parents, hard to say who was more embarrassed -- but definitely, DEFINITELY worth seeing.