Sunday, May 30, 2010

Sex and the City 2. A movie review.

If you know me, you already know I'm a fan of this movie, pre-screening, even.... also a huge fan of the series and the original film. I'm usually not a fan of sequels, but have looked forward to this for quite some time. For, 2 reasons: What have my girls been up to and how will Michael Patrick King expand the genius of this franchise any further?

A film like this is so much more than the film itself. My greatest joy of the night was witnessing how it brought together groups of friends and people from different backgrounds for a single important, yet superfluous event.

As I do with most things that I attend and write about, I'll briefly discuss what I was wearing since 90% of this film is about fashion anyway.  I kept it simple. Ragged jeans with a Hugo Boss tee, and an old ratty cardigan. I livened my ensemble up a bit with my accessories: Diesel shoes and belt, and LV men's clutch, and last but not least a Rolex that really kinda resembled the gift that Carrie gives to Big for their anniversary. That was in no way planned. Seriously, it wasn't!

The movie opens with a predictable, albeit fashionable stroll through the city to Bergdorf Goodman to purchase gifts for the wedding of Stanford and Anthony! What was not predictable was that Michael Patrick King gave us flashbacks of all the women, pre-series even. We got to view glimpses of the ladies before they became such upper eschelon sophisticates. I makes you appreciate the exuberance of these women's lives when you realize that at one time they all might have paid their dues also.

We quickly learn with sadness, nay a little pity that Carrie's married life has become sublimely hum-drum. As exquisitely appointed as their apartment is, who'd want to sit home on the sofa when there are Louboutins and Dior ensembles screaming to be out on the town? Miranda is unhappy with work primarily because of her chauvinistic boss. Charlotte has everything she has prayed for over the years, and it's driving her mad. And... causes the ruin of a vintage Valentino skirt. (Sidebar, whispering: for all the naysayers... this is why we love these women. Who else would bake with their daughters in vintage Valentino...? Seriously?) And, we also realize that nothing, yay, nothing has changed about Samantha.

As we settle into the teleplay, we have the wedding of Carrie's gay to Charlotte's gay! A fantastical spectacular for the eyes and ears. I struggle here to not reveal anything but save to say that Liza Minelli's performance of the biggest pop song of 2009 was nothing short of a cinematic feast. Moving on...


Through a connection that Miranda makes via Smith (Jason Lewis), the ladies find themselves whisked away to Abu Dhabi... or, the new Middle East. The cinematography during this part of the film is just beautiful. Amazing. Almost in an unbelievable way. I'm not sure if MPK felt this part had to be in the film because of the flawed, jumbled Mexican excursion in the first film or not. If so, I hope he abandons this formula if there is a third film. NYC is plenty enough.

When the girls return to their lives and their movement through their days, we find that the time away has given them a clarity about things. Miranda puts family first. Carrie, after the debacle of kissing Aiden, appreciates the simplicity and blessing of being married to the man she loves. Charlotte takes time for herself and her fears about the nanny are abated. Samantha... remains the same! Yes!!

What I appreciate about this film so much more than the first SATC is that the film is about the girls more so than their relationships. I also loved the theme that is explored, surrounding people and partners creating their own rules and not accepting the supposed societal norms and conventions. Isn't this why we all have a maddening love affair with Carrie anyway? She's not like anyone else!! And, Patricia Field does and expected amazing job of showcasing that through the insane outfitting.

The wardrobing and costuming is top notch which is what all us fans live for. Big budgets give way to expert direction and photography and create amazing teleplay. There were times, though where I felt like the punchlines weren't reached and the acting was a little stretched and terse, but who cares. This film was a visual, aesthetic feast. I believe this is what we all expected and paid for.

So, I highly recommend this film to anyone, especially if you're a fellow fan. If not, go out and get the first film, heck get the whole series. Smiles!  And, with Louboutins lifted and cosmos to the sky, I sign off... looking toward SATC3!!









These nights...

And, there were so many times
that I received you black and
you pranced away from me.
I sit, surrounded by Bentley and Kobe,
immobile and somehow moved.
towards surety.
I had this hope for you,
this prayer anew,
Like some gideon soldier strength,
I sit revelling in the days spent.
With me at your arm,
With the dire need of your charm.
I had hoped for some ruled dream,
For some mixed steam...
of hope and loose will and filled leave.
I sit with hope and mire for some carved out,
future.
I listen to their scratching and fire
Their furthered sire.
They sat crowded around me,
Around my stage.
Some whole and wholly full on place,
Where they felt at home,
in this pace.
I sat in this stew/ful home,
new and plus one.
lost and with none.
I love these nights,
I live for these sights.
nights and waters and seas and holds,
and, lives anew and different
folds.
I left this place,
furthered this pace.
moved into you,
away from me...
out to...
thee.

Friday, May 28, 2010

this Unholy War. a letter to a friend.




You've gone off to fight this un/holiest of wars. I have no armor to give you other than. my. words. We had evening speak and I listened to all your concerns and worry and frank... excuses. I moved inward to you and breathed in and out your fear, and ensured you there was no other motion but forward. That your hopes had to be aligned with your actions. That your motives had to be aligned with your heart. That your dreams had to enable a good. future. That once you mounted, you'd be all alone. Even with crowds around you. alone.

As you vanished away from our sight and day's breadth begin to whisper into night, we turned our backs away from where you once stood. Moved silently into some hopeful, prayer/mood. For you to come out victorious and unharmed. Proud and new. Fluid and single and unscathed and learned. Looking proudly into an unblemished. future.

You are prepared. Don't lose grip/hold on some of your weapons in this. battle. Never let go of your heart and above it, the mind. We will stand/suit in your return and receive you as you are. and nurse your wounds and walk away from the wasteland with you. into that new/place.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

In the Place of Peace.

A triumphant, new day the sun gave me,
And, I received it black.
Unwelcoming and indiferent.
I know the reasons why,
Yet, still refuse to face them.

I may be able to remember,
But, I refuse to look back.
I am the one inside.

If I raise my voice,
I will still be unheard,
If I throw up my hands,
I will remain unseen,
If I soothe my wounds,
I will wallow.
In secret pain.

I am tired,
And, wish to rest,
No bed for my soul,
No recognition for my best.
Like indecent movements toward greater things.

I lie trampled, beated down,
Into myself.

If I stomp my feet,
I am not dancing.
If I clasp my hands,
I am not praying.
If I decide to smile,
I am silly.
If I don't,
I am a bitch.

I run through the past times,
Searching for the lost reasons.
I am only a branch,
Embraced by the sun,
Hated by the wind.

If I am in the nude,
I am not celebrating.

If I am dancing wildly,
I am not a whore.
If I am sure,
I am not showing it.
If I am on my knees,
I am not winning.
If I am true,
I am not happy.

This great stall.

I have no hope for a stall.
Corners have been rounded and it was left behind.
My regency was furthered.
Like some mass floating.
in. place.
I have removed the etches of your face from
my mind's eye.
This griphold.
Please do release thee.
Carry me out to some sea, wronged and...
yet furthered into peace.
I needed your hand.
I walked only on your land.
Like some moonsky,
you sat illuminated in the glory of me crowding
Around your feet. In beg. In want.
In need for your piecemeals for me.
Bubbling.
Crusting over into some less/sure place.
Less faltered pace.
Your push. My hopes.
Your throne. My song.
I held out in a still/home place.
Rocked and abandoned, sure.
In wait for the day the way
The play.
A pace forward and calmy away
from this torrent of unsurety.
I wallowed enough here.
Vacilating in fear.
I moved right.
I'm giving up this fight.

You. a writing.

You.

There came for us a happy place wondrous
and stretched out like the sea.
There came a oneness. No you. No me.
There a rose sprung up...tall.
Out of cracks and movements.
Stepped on and beaten. Down. Reborn.
Shivered into an unknown life.
Flowered. Happy. Growth. Smile/Life.
and, when he came before me and offered everything I'd ever dreamed...
I remained in wait for you.
Understanding the length of eternity...!
And that it didn't matter.
To suffer now or later with/out your hand. Was of no.
Consequence to me for I dream only of::you....!...

Jason Christopher Johnson
05/09/2010

Not.Allowed.

Since adulthood, I have always lived a decidedly/decisive life. I made a choice to never be a waffler, waste time on regret or re-visit the anticipations and the ruminantions of decisions that I've made. I've always stuck to my guns, wrong or right. Hated or loved.


Understanding that it is pointless when you get to a station or position to think of all the things that lead you there. The last year of my life has been eventful, sad, and a running commentary on bad, nay, terrible choices.

A couple nights ago, I was driving with a dear friend and we perchanced to talk about all these various life/things that come into play on an everyday basis. Relationships, jobs, schools... you. name. it.


Speaking of relationships, this turbulent and chaotic year brought so many people into my life. And, now realizing that maybe this was specifically the reason for all the twists & turns of it all.

With the advent of all the new friends I had and foes that sprung up like weeds. The beauty of it all is that when dark walks into light/spaces, it allows you to see where the light actually originates. It bleeds out the real sources of truth, love, freedom. Of all the new friends and people that I had met in the last 18months, only a few shined to me like beacons of light out of those dark/spaces.

Marty, Justin, Clarence, Tiffany, DonaldTrey...They are where I belong.




Recently, very/recently... all those others were exactingly excised like somethings, diseased. I waffled on a few, but decided I would make no absolutely no U-turns on this road.
I have not. Looked::back.

So I'm saying welcome to my new life, and love the old ones that still remain and the new ones that will be here for/ever.