Sex in the City: We'd rather be chaste. By Christopher Monfette As the female equivalent of a fan boy's favorite comic character come to life, it's probably more than fair to allow our sisters, girlfriends and wives their own geek meltdown moment with high-profile romantic comedies or those few franchises that actually appeal directly to women.
After all, virtually all summer long they patiently suffer through one superhero movie after another, enduring displays of testosterone-filled wish-fulfillment as we drool over computer-generated special effects and action set pieces. Unfortunately, and perhaps predictably, this more or less means that we will enjoy their event movie a little bit less than they enjoy ours -- at least judging by Sex and the City, the film which revives the series' four iconic leads for one more epic adventure.
An experience almost identical to watching a marathon of the HBO TV series only seemingly much, much longer , Sex and the City is a movie that requires no attention or patronage from most male viewers, which is probably why it's only vaguely tolerable to anyone other than the series' devoted but decidedly estrogen-driven fan base.
The transfer is subsequently full of haute couture and hazy soft-light, but is otherwise replete with artifcating and digitization that remain noticeable, but not unbearably distracting. That said, the image quality is decent, though not great, and viewers are likely to have few overall problems with the transfer. It's probably the best that these ladies have looked on DVD yet — though certainly not the best they've looked, you know, in life.
Musical montages and faux hip-hop tracks by Fergie abound throughout the runtime, and they're the only elements of the sound mix likely to push your speakers. Otherwise, this is a fairly dialogue driven affair, with very little in the way of directional audio or pronounced ambient sound. Come for the gabbing and whining and sobbing and laughing, but don't expect much more.
For the second disc, one might expect a bit more of a retrospective, but alas, just the basics are here to be found: There are a few more beats in the montages and an extra scene here and there, but nothing in the way of completely excised plot-lines or additional, worthwhile character development.
The commentary and the conversation go hand-in-hand discussing the show, and while the commentary is a bit more singular to the movie — and does a fairly decent job at connecting the film to the series — the conversation is the only real nostalgia piece here. King and Parker take a half-hour to talk about the show and it's evolution throughout the seasons and reveal a bit about the process of deciding upon how to execute the program as a movie.
Fans are likely to find this more worthwhile and watchable than the commentary, and rightfully so, given that it covers all the right bases in must less time. The fashion featurette runs about twenty minutes and highlights all the various costumes and designers involved in the making of the film and series. The wardrobe department is an insane storage room of presumably the hottest in modern fashion — not that this viewer would be able to identify any of it. The feature also explores the relationship between the characters and their clothes and how each has a style all their own.
It's a nice inclusion for the shopaholics and die-hard fans. And lastly, Fergie in the studio is just that — Fergie in the studio — and at two minutes in length, about as interesting.