1998, HBO DEVELOPMENT MEETING:
“Hey, Chad.”
“Hey, Brad.”
“We got ourselves a problem, buddy.”
“Hit me.”
“Don’t tempt me, pal, don’t tempt me! No, seriously, all our stuff is the bomb –“
“The muthafuckin’ bomb.”
“– as you say, Chad, mutha and fuckin’ and bomb. But is any of it for chicks?”
A pause.
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It would be easy for me to mock the film of Sex and the City, but it would also be unfair. I’m not a member of the audience it is meant for and it is reasonable to expect many people to approach this film with real anticipation and for them to get a lot out of it. I’m not narrowing this field down to “women” or “gay men” or whatever, I’m narrowing it down to a highly specific demographic: fans of the original series. I don’t really think there is a more general appeal – if you didn’t watch the series, there is no point in coming to these characters so late in the game and expecting to feel much of anything for what goes on. Read the rest of this entry »
I know I get a bit worked up at times, but I don't mean anything by it. C'mere, givuzanug.
