I have held back until now from blogging about the Sex and
the City movie. Mostly, I refrained,
because I was not sure exactly what to say about it. Bottom line: Seeing the four leading ladies
is enough for me to say “I loved it,” but the movie itself was not actually very
good.
The acting was incredible. I expected it to be, and it surpassed
my expectations. The issues and
conflicts were relevant. I cried. (A lot.) I laughed. (A lot.)
The fashion was okay. It was not great, it was just okay, and Patricia Fields is not to blame
for that. She had to balance the organic
product placement (Manolo Blahnik) with the overabundance of artificial product
placement (Bag, Borrow, or Steal). Considering
the circumstances, she did the best anyone could. Patricia Fields is an artist, and they
restrained her, gave her rules, and it showed!
The truth is the movie was bad because they turned it into a
Spiderman. A Batman. Except instead of
little Carrie action dolls in your McDonald’s happy meal, you got written-in
plugs for Bag, Borrow, and Steal and H Stern. You got Samantha driving a Mercedes Bends. (Do you think that the whole reason she lived
in LA was so they could have that one shot of her in the car make sense? Don’t kid yourself …its possible!) You got a
belt on all four ladies in every shot, and you got a designer label dropped
every six seconds.
I care a lot about product placement. It can make a brand huge. It worked for
Manolo Blahnik. (It can work for you!)
However, this is product placement gone sour. We will never know if the hit series really would translate to the
silver screen, because that was not a real attempt. It was a money-grabbing attempt from any big
company willing to pay the big bucks. It
was an auction off of camera time. It was ultimately a disappointment.