Sex and The City (In Another City)

Me sneaking around Oslo in this hat can only mean one thing:


I went to see Sex and the City! Although I did not expect to bump into anyone I know (going to see the movie in a foreign country assured me of this), I was slightly embarrassed to be at the movie theater to see this particular film. I know, I know, it isn't such a big deal, but I don't even admit to watching the show...

Beyond that, I don't actually enjoy going to the movies. I prefer to watch DVDs at home in part because I have trouble staying awake through a film, and also because I can pause, rewind, and use the bathroom. I am also the type of person who likes to talk through films and TV programs, so this habit really makes me unpopular in the theatre.



At any rate, I did go see the movie (after having a very pleasant salad and the most delicious bread at this French bistro) in public and with a sold out crowd of Norwegian women (and a few girls, to my dismay. The film is totally inappropriate for kids...). When people began to cheer and clap when the film began and when one of the protagonists acquired a dress, shoes, or a handbag, I knew I was in trouble. I did sit through the whole thing, though, and there are a couple moments that are truly hilarious. But if I were to say what is troubling about the film, I'd have to think deeply about my own fascination with it. And that would mean another dissertation chapter... (too tired)...

However, I will reveal the following: the character I looked most forward to seeing looked AWFUL!