Random blog: 1.5 movie reviews

These movies are movies I saw in a  a drive-in tonight.  I am not in the states, which means these films may not even be playing in the states.  I'm reviewing them anyway.  So there.

Harold and Kumar go to Guantanamo Bay:

Surprisingly funny.  My favorite part was the send-up of us governmental policies and activities in recent times.  And the send up of... well, hate groups and the like. 

The thing that was curious was... for once, this was a movie in which all the negative stereotypes were directed at white people.  I hope this doesn't get all controversial in some people's eyes, but that was the biggest thing about the movie to me... and the movie was written by white people, too, or at the very least non-whites with very Caucasian-looking names.  Which made me go: "hmmm."

I didn't find the 'stereotypes' cruel.  in fact, the movie was to me strangely intelligent despite it's... obvious ridiculousness, because it dealt very nicely with the idea of stereotyping as a theme. 

But I wouldn't go watch it with the idea that it's anything but a silly movie.  It's a silly movie.  Just a better one than I thought it would be, I suppose. 

So, the second movie, the 1/2 movie, was ...Sex in the City.

Admittedly, I've never been a fan of the show.  I am great friends with some very big fans of the show, and have heard the reasons why it was revolutionary and so loved by it's core audience-- mainly, a need being filled, a story being told that typically has not been told.  Much like Harold and Kumar, I suppose, but better and more significant to it's audience, it gave center-stage to a group of people who always got the background.  (I hope I got that right)

And yet, I could not find a way to enjoy the experience of this movie.  Something about it really disturbed me.  Perhaps it was the scene where Carrie pretends to catwalk in clothes she hasn't worn in 20 years while her friends fabulously drink expensive wine.  Definitely it was the scene where the women go glamorously bid tens of thousands of dollars on jewelery.  Absolutely, the scene where Carrie's boyfriend shows her a room in her house big enough to house a small family, which evidently is to be devoted to her millions of shoes, outfits and accessories.  I'm not trying to judge, but frankly,

ick.

Now that I think about it, I suppose I've never been a fan of materialism.  When your shoes have more room than many families-- not that I believe in 'shoulds' -- but...

ick.

We left half way through.  I really don't care what happens in the second half.  I kind of hope some activist fire-bomb our heroine's clothing collection, leaving literature about the joys of non-attachment behind.