One sure inkblot test for guys and girls is to show them a HBO logo like this one and ask them what they think of.
As a long-time Sopranos fan, I always expect to hear the sounds of "Woke Up This Morning" and images of the New Jersey Turnpike flashing by. For millions of women, however, the instant response would be "Sex and the City".
All this is a rather convoluted way of saying that Ruth dragged me along to a showing of the ode to New York fashion, sizzling sex and rollercoaster relationships yesterday afternoon.
The movie was actually quite enjoyable, not that I was expecting it to be too excruciating to watch. Spending a year and a half with female flatmates at uni meant that I've seen more than a few episodes of the venerable HBO stalwart in my time. Thus, I went into the theater safe in the knowledge that I was unlikely to be gnawing my arm off to escape from 2 hours of mind-numbing boredom.
Though I generally liked the movie (Oy! No snickering in the back!), I did have a few issues with the plot. Everything had been pretty much wrapped up with pretty little ribbons by the end of the series so they had to make a few characters miserable and unhappy simply so there would be a convenient story arc to write about. The end product of this tinkering is a slightly artificial, paint-by-numbers exercise in screenwriting, albeit an entertaining one. I'm not going to go into the specifics of the storyline, except to say that the word "coloring" will take on a whole new and smile-raising meaning.
So guys, take one for the team and accompany your significant other to your local cinema. It wont be the worst movie you see this year. If the thought still horrifies you, remember this soothing fact: There are boobies.
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