If you’re like me and you literally never missed an episode, even when you swore off some of the directions, you’ve got no problem admitting to being a SITC addict. All of my education, cultural training and anything else that would deem me an unlikely fan go out the window (sort of like when I’m a health nut and I eat a bowl of Laffy Taffy without blinking - brain happily shutting down). Would I like a character that looks like me that’s not the trusty wise old black woman in a young woman’s body (see Jennifer Hudson in the first one - enjoyed it I didn’t think too hard about it)? Of course! But I live in the real world and I can write that story with my eyes closed (in fact, have and do so all the time as I can’t help it).
Women all over the world love these girls as their own best friends because not since the Golden Girls have we perfected the stereotype of the overall female type met with pop culture references that are current and fun. Fun. Not rocket science. There is no making fun of any kind of stereotype. There’s really not much that’s off limits whether embarrassing (in fashion or in thought process). Just like candy! Try it all and don’t judge.
All of the above you can read at any website that tries to break down the SITC phenom. But here’s what you won’t hear in most areas. Candace Bushnell doesn’t have much to do with this franchise. A bunch of you are clutching your Dior and falling out (or your Fior - fake Dior). Listen, if you read the book like I did, you know I’m right. Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha are not the same characters in the page that’s on the screen. Candace’s “Sex in the City” is a foggy Page Six article that focuses on a Carrie Bradshaw that we really don’t relate to like we do when SJP is giving us “Carrie Fever.” Candace’s book is all over the place, dropping character studies with shadows of famous people we should know, instead of giving us situations we should know. Darren Starr was able to do what Candace could not. And here’s my bigger bomb. Patricia Field deserves more credit than Candace Bushnell, without the fashions, we could be potentially watching a painful production of “Lipstick Jungle” - ARGH!
What producers need to understand more than anything is that a production is really EVERYTHING involved - from music, fashion, art - not just the script or the director or the actors. This is about a collaboration in every way. Us women folk leave no detail unturned. We will notice the restaurant where they eat, the flowers Carrie beats Big with down to the damn book she read in bed with him. The reason why the fake SITC sitcoms didn’t work is because we ALREADY HAVE a SITC. Try something else. None of those other shows were any different other than the marital states or the bitchiness. But that’s not changing the story. We’re good thanks. That’s why we sell out the movies when SITC comes out on the big screen.
Anyways, back to Patricia. She elevates her status as a designer by becoming the ultimate character creator. You could have anyone else write the movie (there are tons of fans that are screenwriters and the soaps change writers all the time) but if you change Pat Field, we’re out. Period.
The moral of this rambling: Give us who we are and who we want to be at the same time and SITC will always prosper.
Miss Fierce Kitty Fields:
It’s that time of week to hear the best Overheards in NY! No city like it in the world.
The best Overheard in New York quotes from last week, by your votes:
Confused man: Does this train stop at 48th St?
Four random people, in unison: No!
Train conductor on loudspeaker: The next stop is 48th Street.
(confused man looks even more confused)
–Downtown V Train
Overheard by: jonescicles
But He Wrote It under the Pseudonym “Anne Frank”
Redhead: Do you keep a standard diary?
Redhead: You should. Winston Churchill did, and Winston Churchill won World War II.
Brunette: I think Hitler had a diary, too.
–Fort Greene Park
Overheard by: Lulu
Weren’t You Jamaican Yesterday?
Teenager: I don’t know if I would wear a fur coat, ever.
Friend: I know I would, just as long as it wasn’t raccoon…raccoons are just gross.
Hobo with heavy Russian accent: In mother Russia raccoon wear you!
Random girl: Mr. Smith*, you should come see the play tonight. I’m playing a retard and a Barbie!
Teacher: That must be quite a stretch for you.
–Bard High School Early College
I Thought This Was a Bus
Conductor #1: We are sorry for the delay, there is a stalled e train at 7th Avenue. We will be going uptown on the…uhm…which line are we going on?
Conductor #2 (exasperated): I have no fucking clue.
Overheard by: So how am i getting home?
The cast of the remake of The Wiz has been announced. Execs have decided to merge the Tin Man and the Lion together to make a Andre Leon Talley (has anybody else realized his initals are close to ATL -ALT - A Lettuce Tomato. A Long Turkey. A Lion Tail). Eviline will be played by Kimmy and Russell will be producing her hit single “Don’t Nobody Bring Me No Bad News.” And since Michael Jackson has lost his work visa in the States, the Scarecrow will be played by Britney Spears who has decided to pull money out of her head to read rather than Chinese fortunes because she said they didn’t come with duck sauce. Oh wait. That IS Michael Jackson.
So false alarm on the Bey and Eva love scene. And I will burn extra candles and a few chants at the alter for somebody preventing me from seeing those two be “in love.” Sofia? Yes! Bey and Eva? No! In case you missed my answer to one of the readers who commented, I have no problem with actors playing a sexuality that’s alternate from their own. After ten years of theater and playwrighting, I’m so on top of the whole craft thing that it would make your head spin. Don’t believe me? Google me! T. Tara Turk. Believe it! However, that’s a respect reserved for ACTORS. Not celebrities. Or. Cele-ctors. Ha. Cele-ctors. Get it?
Moving right along. I have no reviews for you yet but check back on Monday. I’m itching to do Darren Aronofsky’s “The Fountain” alongside Denzel’s “Deja Vu.” Does anyone else think Beyonce should sing the title song for that? It could be just like the Bond pictures. Bey could shake her thing thing in the cornea of Denzel’s eye in the video. That’s art.
Crazy shit of the day:
Did you hear that Mike Tyson is going to be a male escort for a legalized brothel working with Heidi Fleiss? Do your thing, pa. Ladies, feeling a little down and untouched? For a few g’s you can have this fool eat your eggs out of your womb! He’s ferocious!