I was never an avid fan of Sex And The City, but just like I was never a fan of Seinfeld or Friends but still somehow ended up watching them, I was a casual viewer of SATC throughout its run on HBO. It’s rare to have a strong female lead on TV, it’s even rarer to have four in one show. Film, unfortunately, fares even worse. Unless it’s some formulaic romantic comedy starring Julia Roberts or Sandra Bullock, there really aren’t that many female-driven tent pole summer movies. And even those rom-coms get a label that movies like Avatar and Iron Man 2 don’t get.
I watched the first SATC, and didn’t like it very much. On the big screen, the show’s shallowness and self-indulgence was magnified to the point of almost being unbearable. It didn’t help that the Michael Patrick King, the film’s writer and director, approached writing SATC’s big-screen adaptation as a really, really (really) long TV episode. Cinema has very different rhythm than TV, and SATC rather disappointingly stuck with its TV in its timing and flow even if the sets were splashier and the costumes bolder.
I watched SATC 2, and while I thought it was an improvement over the first one, I wasn’t particularly impressed. However, I do think SATC 2 did not deserve the public stoning most reviewers gave to the film. Most of the harsh reviews SATC 2 received were unnecessarily hateful, loathsome, and ridiculous. I mean, since when was SATC 2 supposed to be the next Citizen Kane?
It really isn’t a surprise that almost every mainstream and not-so mainstream film critic blasted the film. Since SATC 2 begins with a wedding between two men it’s easy for people who can get married and take this civil right for granted to dismiss the scene as a joke and laugh at gays instead of laughing with them. The wedding scene, like the rest of the film, revels in its own campiness. Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker) in a tux as best man and Liza Minnelli as officiator of the wedding and performer of “Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)” are either excessive or supposedly offensive depending on which reviewer you read. Perhaps venerable film critic Roger Ebert’s confusion sums it best: “[Liza Minnelli’s] religious or legal qualifications are unexplained; perhaps she is present merely as the patron saint of gay men.” Yep, that’s the joke. You see, camp is a deliberate reworking of heterosexist cultural artifacts through a queer lens. It’s rather sad frustrating that gay people can’t get legally married, but instead of wallowing in that fact, why not rework the institution and get married anyway? Camp is also all about deliberate exaggeration often to the point of self-parody. Liza Minnelli’s rendition of a song that’s already campy may be too much for some people to handle, but that’s the point. Liza Minnelli is lampooning her status as a gay icon.
Here’s where SATC 2 does a much better job than the first film at establishing a mood and tone. Director Michael Patrick King’s sardonic camp is prone to being misunderstood and derided, as was his brilliant, post-SATC sitcom The Comeback, also on HBO and co-created with Lisa Kudrow. The Comeback was canceled after barely making it through one season.
It’s OK to criticize a film on its merits, but a lot of the criticism against SATC 2 slammed the film for daring to show something other than what is allowable under the heterosexual male gaze. For instance, a valid criticism of SATC 2 is that it’s too long and many reviews did criticize the film for it, but reviewers rather disappointingly also used the film to point out things “women of a certain age” aren’t allowed to do. Ebert said in his review, “I don’t know a whole lot about fashion, but I know something about taste, and these women spend much of the movie dressed in tacky, vulgar clothing. Carrie and Samantha also display the maximum possible boobage, oblivious to Arab ideas about women’s modesty. There’s more cleavage in this film than at a pro wrestler’s wedding.” Translation: “I don’t need to see that!” In the same vein, showing things he doesn’t find sexy is also a no-no for Mr. Ebert: “And crotches, have we got crotches for you. Big close-ups of the girls themselves, and some of the bulgers they meet. And they meet some. They meet the Australian world cup team, for example, which seems to have left its cups at home.” Translation: “Ewww, camel toes and guys’ bulges.” Plus, since the coinage of the term “cougar,” it’s simply irresistible not to use it to describe at least one character. The Village Voice’s Ella Taylor, in her review titled “Aging Disgracefully,” rather predictably calls Samantha (Kim Catrall) “the sex-crazed cougar.” Meanwhile, Mr. Ebert calls Samantha “a sexaholic slut.” Just for kicks, here’s how Ebert described James Bond in the 22nd Bond film: “Daniel Craig remains a splendid Bond, one of the best. He is handsome, agile, muscular, dangerous.”
If it hasn’t been obvious by now, Roger Ebert’s review was by far the most irritating in terms of its gratuitous ha-ha sexism is funny tone. In the last paragraph of his review, Ebert writes in his mocking tone and offers a consolation prize for “male couch potatoes” “dragged” to see the film: you get to ogle at women’s cleavage! Ebert punctuates this discovery by asking rhetorically, “Do women wear their lowest-cut frocks for each other?” Somewhere in the middle of faux concern and frat-guy high fives, Ebert ends up sounding like an ass. But this really shouldn’t be surprising for a guy who begins his review: “Some of these people make my skin crawl. The characters of Sex and the City 2 are flyweight bubbleheads living in a world which rarely requires three sentences in a row. Their defining quality is consuming things.” Translation: “These bimbos irritate me.” Groundbreaking. (Meanwhile, I’m sure after preaching about consumerism, Mr. Ebert went back to his Twitter to dish about his iPad and losing his MacBook in Cannes.)
Another thing that comes up in reviews is how the films deviate from what the TV show was. Everyone has his or her own revisionist idea of what SATC was or used to be before it hit the big screen. It’s all basically bullshit.
For one, the show was always shallow and tended to focus on trivial matters of the upper class. This a show where episodes were titled “My Motherboard, My Self” (Carrie’s relationship troubles are mirrored in her laptop troubles) and “A Woman’s Right to Shoes” (Carrie feels slighted by a former friend because of some missing shoes), and where the premise of the series finale was Carrie’s oh-so difficult choice between her life in New York City or her new life in Paris. Aside from some of the show’s B and C plotlines (Samantha’s cancer and Charlotte’s fertility problems), SATC wasn’t a show people watched for its depth and diversity. And that’s OK, SATC was really an escapist show, where viewers were allowed to live vicariously and allowed to believe a freelance columnist can make enough money to own that ginormous apartment in Manhattan and buy designer shoes and clothes.
Additionally, the charge that SATC 2 perpetuates gay stereotypes is pretty ridiculous. Roger Thomas’s rant about the film’s gay characters in Salon is tantamount to “they’re too gay and I don’t like it.” Thomas also makes a series of silly and unfounded allegations about SATC in general:
“The two main gay characters, Carrie’s chubby pal Sanford (Willie Garson) and Charlotte’s sassy BFF Anthony Marantino (Mario Cantone), are tragically asexual helpmates whose main role has always been to provide relationship advice to the show’s straight female characters, fling bitchy quips, or let their flamboyant outfits serve as a visual punch line.”
I don’t know what show Thomas was watching but the show made it pretty clear Stanford and Anthony had sex lives before they became a couple in the first movie. In fact, in one episode we see Stanford’s then-boyfriend going down on him, which is by far way more than a show like the supposedly more progressive Modern Family would ever dare to even imply.
Another problem for Thomas is Stanford and Anthony’s coupling: “It’s the clichéd, condescending hetero fantasy, the one in which you introduce the only two gay men you know, and magically, the sparks fly.” Again, no, that’s not how it happened. In fact the show specifically made fun of that hetero fantasy in the episode where Carrie tripped and fell on the runway. Here, Charlotte introduces Anthony to Stanford and they instantly dislike each other. This episode set up a rivalry between the two that lasted through the entire series, and it wasn’t until the first film that they shared a kiss independent of their being brought together by either Carrie or Charlotte (Kristin Davis). It was a rather genuine moment because the romance was on their terms and not anyone else’s.
In fact, I would say Thomas’s piece ranks close to Ramin Sedooteh’s piece in Newsweek in terms of its glorification of heterosexism. Both Sedooteh and Thomas are overly concerned and preoccupied with how heterosexual viewers perceive gay people. For Thomas, this means Stanford and Anthony exist only as punchlines and minstrel representations of gay men, when that’s not at all the case. But facts are really irrelevant in Thomas’s attack of the show in this little gem of a paragraph:
“Of course, there’s nothing wrong with a glitzy, kitschy wedding, or a gay man who loves fashion, but the problem is the fact that, in the Sex and the City universe, that’s the only form of gayness that exists. The characters are stuck with a neutered marginality, a world bathed in sparkles and camp in which the term “broom” isn’t considered offensive or infantilizing and Liza Minnelli still rules the discos. It’s a culture, unbeknownst to many straight Americans, that has long since disappeared from the life of the vast majority of gay men. For people my age, who came of age in the ’90s, the mainstreaming of gay culture meant pushing away from those clichéd ideas of gayness and finding new icons. Not Liza but Ellen. Not show tunes but indie rock.”
I’m not going to say SATC was a beacon of progress in depicting gays and lesbians, but it actually faired pretty well in depicting a range of “gayness” beyond just Stanford and Anthony. I’m not doing any in-depth research here, but even I remember the time: Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) is mistaken for a lesbian, Samantha dates a woman for several episodes, Carrie dates a bisexual man, Samantha befriends her transgendered neighbors, a suspected closeted guy (Nathan Lane) marries a woman in the Hamptons, Carrie attends a queer prom. I’m sure I’m missing other examples, but the point is that no, Stanford and Anthony aren’t the only depiction of “gayness” that exists in the SATC universe. And no, the term “broom” isn’t “infantilizing or offensive,” it’s camp meant to lampoon the strict gender binaries of heterosexual marriage. Finally, I don’t know where Thomas gets the idea that Liza and Ellen or show tunes and indie rock are mutually exclusive for gays to like.
SATC 2 is no more inane and self-indulgent than Iron Man 2. There are valid criticisms against the film, to be sure, but the way the film was ridiculed reinforced ideas of what is acceptable for men and what is acceptable for women. If there is one irony is that the film itself criticizes these perceptions of women being “nagging bitch wives” or “dressing inappropriately for their age” or just even having a voice. It’s disappointing the media went and proved what the film said was right and collectively told these women to STFU.