I hesitated to see the movie for several reasons, not the least of which was the release fell on the most inconvienient, moving-laden days for me. Yet last night, lured by the promise of an air-conditioned theater and a glimpse of a shirtless Smith Jarrod (I'm not completely immune to the men...), I took the plunge back into the half-relatable/half-ridiculous life of the four women who I consider my friends from NYC.
Aside from the first 20 minutes of the movie which rang of the first chapter of all Babysitter's Club books, reminding the audience of the 'basics' of each character, I was thoroughly entertained. I particularly enjoyed the 'theme' of the movie, forgiveness. Forgiveness is something that I struggle with, as each of these women did in the movie. The theme spanned from the most obvious, 'movie' form of forgiveness (that of infidelity) to far more complex and less 'socially accepted' forms of forgiveness- forgiving yourself for being complex and needy, forgiveness of those that you love for having different priorities, forgiveness of flawed but loyal friends, etc.
I couldn't help but wonder (obvious Carrie Bradshaw plug) as I watched the movie come to a close as Samantha turned 50 and the other women settled comfortably in their 40s, if forgiveness is one of those life-long 'works in progress'. The ultimate prize seemed to be forgiving of oneself for her own flaws, aging body and face and persistent desires. And it is for that reason the show and it's concept continue to speak to all women- we are all a work in progress.
*** Should be noted that this blogger felt there was NOT even close to enough Stanford Blatch in the movie***
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