Tuesday, June 24, 2008 | 7 responses | Filed Under: Prose/Bros
In my last post, I talked about how much I like titles.
And as I mentioned then, the post was actually supposed to be a quick review of Sex in the City (the movie, not the act) as it pertained to the title of this post (which in turn had absolutely nothing to do with anything). Unfortunately, I rambled. A lot. Thus, my movie review has found itself with an entirely new post with an entirely new title that isn't so very clever at all.
Confused?
Yeah, ummm, welcome to my rabbit-hole of a head. If you happen to come across a little bottle labeled "Drink Me"… Don't.
You Put the Banana in the Dragon's Mouth and It Turns Back into the Baby, Right?
That title is a reference to an episode of Roseanne where she and her sister are discussing pregnancy dreams (you know, the ones where you're breastfeeding twelve purple monkeys and a red-headed version of your husband all on one nipple?).
It really had no major significance at the time other than the fact that the pseudo-Nyquil did nothing other than give me pseudo-pregnancy dreams. However, as I typed it out, I was reminded of something very very important:
I HATED THE LAST EPISODE OF ROSEANNE.
Like, with a passion, dude.
You see, in that fateful last episode, Roseanne shocked us all with the fact that everything- everything- had been made-up. Dan had died years before. Darlene was actually with Mark. Becky with David. Jackie was really a lesbian not her mother. No one ever won the lottery… Made-up.
All of it.
(Yes, yes, I know that there's some irony there, but ignore it for a minute, okay? I can't make a point if you keep interrupting.)
And while I get that surprise endings are all the rage, it completely ruined one of my all-time favorite television series for me. I can't watch an episode of the show (Dear Nick at Night Gods, I love you.) without remembering that travesty of a finale.
I guess it's a lot like watching City of Angels for the second time (which I've never done, mind you)… The fact that, yes, indeed, a troubled human and struggling angel can- against all odds- meet, fall in love, and even do the nasty on the livingroom floor is somewhat RUINED by the knowledge that if the troubled human and struggling angel do meet, fall in love, and even do the nasty on the livingroom floor, the human will be promptly run over by a truck.
Which they will. And she does.
Yeah, I just can't see how that'd be fun the second time around.
Which leads me to my point (you totally deserve a gold-star for getting this far):
I LOVED THE LAST EPISODE OF SEX IN THE CITY.
Okay, maybe love is a strong word. I loved the last episode of Six Feet Under. I liked the last episode of Sex in the City. A lot.
The thing that I really loved was the fact that they wrapped everything up nicely… Like "stuck it in a Tiffany-bue box and tied it all together with a silk ribbon" nicely. We saw just enough of a happy ending for each of the characters (Carrie got Big, Charlotte got a baby, Miranda realizes that love will get you through anything? Samantha got that hot dude…) to be able to draw our own conclusions of their future and say that that was , truly, a finale.
But then they went and ruined it.
When one unwraps a Tiffany-blue box tied all together with a silk ribbon, one expects to find… I don't know… Tiffany? Perhaps not, but at least something better. Definitely something new.
And while the movie itself was not bad per se, it was put together very similarly to how they put together episodes in the past. It felt much like I was sitting down to one of the all-day marathons on TBS (except for the whole nudity thing).
Which in itself is great as I happen to enjoy the all-day marathons on TBS. (As do most Sex in the City fans with small children, I would assume.) What's not great is that because the movie was put together as if they simply took out commercial breaks between each segment, it feels as if that perfectly ended finale never happened at all and they've simply come back to say,
"It was all made-up."
And this time, when they finally got around to ending it, they found themselves all out of Tiffany-blue boxes and silk ribbons and had to settle for that leftover Christmas gift bag that was crumpled up in the back of the closet.
And while the Charlotte in me can smile and say that it's the thought behind the gift that counts, the Samantha in me says that one should never buy jewelry from K-Mart.
June 24, 2008
I can't watch that show or movie. I am just dead set against it since the name I gave my son was the name of one of the men in the show…and it was purely un-intentional…and everyone after he was born asked me if I named my son after that person.
Hence, I refuse to watch it.
Although, I am glad you enjoyed it. :-)
I loved Rosanne too…but never saw the end, or at least all of the end…I knew it was all made up, but I didn't know Jackie was the lesbian!! LOL I have to be more vigilant in watching Nick at Nite so I can see the final episode!
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June 24, 2008
didn't watch the show. didn't see the movie.
but i DID just see "the other boleyn girl." and yeah, among other things, it might have been nice to know that mary's husband was dead, for cryin' out loud!!!!! and, uh, according to historical references, she had a daughter before the son w/ henry. wtf?
i was left shaking my head.
next up? anne of a thousand days. a little whitewash to counteract the badness. :-)
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June 24, 2008
i have to agree with your feelings about the final roseanne episode. i was crushed. it was the biggest disappointment ever. it was like i had been wasting my time watching the last few seasons. i guess she wanted to make finale history but i could have done without the depressing end. however, it wasn't completely ruined for me i still watch the reruns but any episode after they go to disney i don't watch. except of course the one with edina and patsy from absolutely fabulous.
as far as sex and the city… i'm a cynical miranda so when i saw that final episode when carrie ends up with mr big i was not so forgiving. i did go see the movie bc part of me was hoping he'd screw everything up and aiden would come and save the day :)
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June 24, 2008
I totally agree about Roseanne……I cried all through it as though I was losing a best friend and then she says it's all made up and I feel like someone kicked me……
As far as SITC….never watched it, but I feel badly for you that you got the shitty Christmas gift bag instead of the Tiffany blue box you deserved.
~Q
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June 24, 2008
That episode, the finale of Six Feet Under, changed my fucking life, Dude!
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June 26, 2008
"And while the Charlotte in me can smile and say that it's the thought behind the gift that counts, the Samantha in me says that one should never buy jewelry from K-Mart." Excellent. Though, honestly, I went to that movie significantly less in love with the series than you were (like it fine, had fun watching it, never felt adoring addictedness), so I thought the movie was equally fun, but with more fashion don'ts and a little too much naked p&nis for my movie-going taste. What can I say? I'm a prude when I'm around girlfriends instead of my husband…
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June 27, 2008
Eh…I am a big SATC fan. Fwiw, I am a Carrie, and I married my Mr. Big (managed to stay friends with my Aiden). Did I enjoy the movie…yes. Was it a cheap imitation of the show…yes. Did I need to see Miranda's sex scene…no. Did I need to see Charlotte crap her pants…no. Does any of this make me shallow…NO!:)
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