SATC + Transformers

I am quite slow to jump on the film bandwagon with regards to these two films, but then again I haven’t paid for a film in some months (SATC has unfortunately broken that record and at $11 too! damn! was it always that much?) due to my awesome babe-on-a-budget ways and getting free tickets through newsletters/work/facebook groups/online giveaways (yes I am that good). anyhow, I really did like SATC probably because I went in with almost-zero expectations, apart from my niggling pet hate about the way Carrie always ends her stupid niggling questions with a typed question. Will she ever stop that annoying internal dialogue?

The film itself was 2.5 hours, which was a good thing, because it kind of justified the $11. That’s like, $4.40 an hour, what value! What else could you do in the city for $4.40 an hour? 2 sushi rolls? A coffee and a biscuit? But I digress. 81 wardrobe changes and 2.5 hours later, I though it was quite good! I’ll admit I did shed a few tears here and there which I subtly turned into “Oh there’s something itching my nose. Oh wait I think it’s moved to my eye now”. Shocking really! I don’t usually cry at movies, apart from when the ant dies in Honey! I shrunk the kids… The tear-jerker bits in SATC was er, at the start when they were walking all empowered-female like and the remixed soundtrack was just so uplifting I couldn’t help but squeal (internally of course), and also when Carrie was all moany and refusing to get out of bed, and finally later on when she was looking through her emails and finds all the ones Big sent her. OMG. SO SAD. Total cry party for one.

The studded belt was alright, it’s nice they thought to include some sort of semblance to real life where people actually re-use clothing and no one gives PA’s hideous $5400 Louis(e) Vuitton motard firebird monogram bags, especially not writers with three books under their belt and a weekly column. Anyhow, I am just glad that my 3 years of film studies at uni has been successfully forgotten and not one semblance of (insert film theory) pervaded my consciousness and I was allowed to watch Carrie and her posse enjoy their sassy lives without fear of subtext. I know Wikipedia picked up on the ‘magical negro’ concept (Louise) but y’know what, SATC’s abit of fluff and its nice sometimes just to accept a piece of materialistic and indulgent fluff as-is (like the IKEA section).

I was going to end this with some pics of my favourite outfits from the movie, but to be honest I can’t be arsed and I also can’t really remember what she wore. So instead, I’ll just post the most ridiculous outfit of the whole film, IMHO.

As for Transformers, I’m not going to even give it the dignity of a breakdown. Instead, I shall let it speak for itself through the medium of ‘memorable quotes’ (thanks IMDB!).

Ratchet: That’s suicide. The cube is raw power. It could destroy you both.
Optimus Prime: A necessary sacrifice to bring peace to this planet. We cannot let the humans pay for our mistakes. It’s been an honor serving with you all. Autobots, ROLL OUT!
Jazz: WE ROLLIN’!

[Optimus Prime is sneaking around protagonist's garden]

Optimus Prime: [stepping on a fountain in the Witwicky's yard] Oops… Sorry, my bad.

[Protagonist's pet chihuahua Mojo has just peed all over Ironhide's foot]

Ironhide: You have a rodent infestation.
Sam Witwicky: A what?
Ironhide: [aiming cannons at Mojo] Shall I terminate?
Sam Witwicky: No! No! This is a chihuahua. We love chihuahuas.
Ironhide: He’s leaked lubricants all over my foot! Hmmph!
Sam Witwicky: He peed on you? Bad Mojo! Bad!
Ironhide: Bad Mojo! Ugh, my foot’s gonna rust…

[Final showdown]

Optimus Prime: It’s you and me, Megatron.
Megatron: No, it’s just me, Prime.
Optimus Prime: At the end of this day, one shall stand, one shall fall!
Megatron: You still fight for the weak! That is why you lose!

And that my friends, was 138 minutes of my life GONE. I guess I could’ve walked away, but you know, morbid curiosity and whatnot.