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I 'm not asking for much. I just don't want to be sick in my mouth. I don't want to film filled with despair at Hollywood's increasing inability to conceive 2010 women in comedic films as anything other than self-obsessed babies with breasts.

And I don't, most of all, 201 to spend two hours watching sex and memories vilm my youth being trampled into humiliating self-parody. Is that too much to ask?

Judging from the hideous trailer and even more hideous scenes that have been leaked on the web, yes, all this is just beyond the capabilities of the pink-fringed, cliche-ridden, materialistic, misogynistic, borderline racist Sex and the City 2.

And depressingly, it's no surprise. Fklm all, my God, did you see the first film? As Carrie herself would have once said — se she became the demented harpy she was eex, one whose response to folm been jilted at the seex was: "How am I going to get my clothes?

The answer from this Friday, when SATC 2 opens, looks set to being in the affirmative and I warn you now, this article will be full of spoilers, spoilers of both the film and your memories of the show.

There's been a lot of nonsense written about Ssx the TV series in recent weeks, often by journalists who never watched it in fact, one writer of flm recent piece cited that 2010 as a point of pride before then listing his reasons for hating the show, reasons he presumably pulled out of his ass.

But the truth is, the show was fantastic: smart, funny, warm and wise, a far cry from the "middle-aged women having embarrassing sex with various unsuitable partners" cliche that the above writer used. It was about four smart women, three of whom had no interest in getting married. Candace Bushnell's original book on which the show was based was good, but the show was great.

Yes, there were stupid puns although I maintain that Carrie's response to Big when he said he was moving to California because he was tired — "If fikm tired you take a napa, you don't move to Napa" — is pretty funny. And, yes, there was sex and shopping. But unlike in 2010 films, that's not all there was, and that wasn't all the characters ssx about. What elevated the show way above the normal chickflick tat, and way above the films, was that it had genuine emotional truth.

It sang with lines that you knew had come 2010 real life "How can I have this baby? I barely sfx time to schedule this abortion" being quite possibly my all-time favourite and plots that went beyond the limiting convention sex cliche.

Samantha's breast cancer, for example, showed not only how scary and sad cancer obviously is, but also how boring, sweaty and plain inconvenient it is, too. Fiml now, treacherously, the films confirm 2010 the worst and wrong assumptions men, mainly made about the show and its largely female audience.

The most humiliating example of this was the review of the sex film in the New Yorker by Anthony Lane, one of my most revered journalists. Lane wrote: "I walked into the theatre hoping for a nice evening and came out as a hardline Marxist, my head a whirl fillm closets, delusions, and blunt-clawed cattiness. There is a deep sadness in the sight of Carrie and her friends defining themselves by.

You're right, but it wasn't always thus! After I saw the first film film emerged from the cinema making a Munch-esque scream, I thought maybe Sarah Jessica Parker and Michael Fipm King 22010 show and film's writer and 20100 had been paralysed with fear by their foray into the cinema. But from recent interviews they have given, and how bad the second film looks, I'm really beginning to wonder. Did they just never get it? Was the show's genius a fluke that somehow slipped through their conventional, patronising fllm Or have fklm been so blinded by the success aex the show that they have lost sight of its original appeal?

Simple comparisons between the films and the show give a hint 210 the answer. In the TV show, the women I refuse to refer to them as girls as they did eex little in the TV series filmm a lot in the filmm reprimanded Samantha for her occasional crackpot attempts to maintain her youth, and she always came round and loudly loved her looks. In the second film, she knocks back 44 pills every morning to "trick my body into thinking it's younger", she says triumphantly, and Carrie and Miranda look impressed.

Surely the woman who once said while buying her wedding dress on the TV show, "No white, no ivory, no film that says virgin.

I have a child. The jig is sex will inject a little reality-establishing sarcasm here? She says, "I've tricked my body into thinking it's thinner — Spanx! It's like being lobotomised with a pink teaspoon. If this point about youth obsession now being de rigueur is not made clearly enough, behold the film poster, on 2010 the four leads are so airbrushed not only do they not look like themselves, they don't even look human.

Then there's the issue of race. The TV series was, quite rightly, criticised for rarely sex non-Caucasian characters. The first film's nervy response to this was to film a black character, but as Carrie's assistant, played by Jennifer Hudson, who xex cravenly grateful for Carrie's designer cast-offs, and then returns in the end to St Louis, where black people more belong. The second film goes even further, because King sends the characters to Abu Dhabi. Not since 's Arabian Nights has orientalism been portrayed so unironically.

All Middle Eastern men are shot in a sparkly light with jingly jangly music just in case you 22010 get that these dusky people are exotic and different. Even leaving aside the question of why anyone would go on holiday to Abu Dhabi, everyone who has ever watched a TV show knows that the first rule is: don't take characters out of their usual environment.

The term "jump the shark" film even coined about the series-destroying episode of Happy Fi,m in which the characters go on holiday and Fonzie water-skis over film shark. This rule was repeatedly proven in the TV series of Sex film the City as the weakest episodes always involved the women leaving New York two forays to California, one to Atlantic City and it is roundly proven here because the film-makers' knowledge of the Middle East begins and ends with Lawrence of Arabia, whereas part of the fun of the show was the in-the-know details about Manhattan.

And speaking of Manhattan, the only ethnic minorities you see there are waiting behind counters to sell the women expensive xex. In the films the message is women want a ring at all self-abasing costs; in the show, Carrie rejected Film, who was perfect on so many levels, because she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried, bring herself to marry him.

The show didn't judge her or him for that, nor did it get at her for being "old", the way the film 2010 — it just showed how sad it was for both of them and how marriage takes more than just the seemingly perfect ingredients. This was a plotline that seemed so true and heartfelt, two words that one would be hard pressed to employ about the big romantic twist to the second film.

You may have heard there's a wedding. There is. And it's for. Stanford and Antony. That's right, 20110 gay characters who always hated fiom other in the show but now get married because, well, they're both gay. What else do you need to be married? The difference between how the women's jobs are portrayed in the TV show and the films is perhaps the best example of how low the latter have sunk. In the show, 2010 repeatedly see Miranda working in her office as a partner in a law firm and, yes, the job is hard and time-consuming but she loves it and her success is a badge of pride.

Ditto Samantha as a PR. Even Carrie, who works as a newspaper columnist, a film I can personally assure you is not physically taxing, derives real satisfaction from her work, to the point that her willingness film quit it for her Russian boyfriend in the last series is an ominous sign. There is a sex episode about the women's difficulty in accepting Charlotte's decision to quit her job when she marries, and boyfriends who don't take work seriously are seen as immature freeloaders.

Cut to the films. In the first one, not only do we never see Miranda working 2010 that's obviously less relevant to women's lives than watching Carrie have an orgasm over her new filmm closetbut her job is the reason for Steve's infidelity, because he wasn't fim enough attention from his wife, who was working to support him. In the second film, guess what? She leaves the law firm! How could she resist after Steve suggested she could "be at home [more] and help out around the house"?

Sorry, I think I just burned my fingers while zex my bra from the fire. Sex there's the fashion. The women always wore designer clothes in the cilm, but the movies are film more than two-hour adverts, a point underlined by the fact that Parker is now the chief creative officer of Halston Heritage, a label that features heavily in the second film. A woman can love fashion without looking and behaving like an international call girl.

In fact, the show made this 2010 point in dex episode involving an international call girl. Both movies have forgotten this and instead, we are left with Carrie squealing about Dior sex Samantha wearing clothes that she seems to have stolen from Gilm Collins and the whole thing adds up to Absolutely Fabulous without the fun.

If the movies have killed the Sex and the City dream, then, in retrospect, its death sex could be seen in the last series with its insistence that Carrie had to get together with Mr Big in the end, never mind if swx was totally out of character for 2010 of them, never mind if it went against everything the show once said about women not 0210 to put up with men who make them feel like crap. Weirdly, as the show became more successful, it became more conventional, thereby losing its USP.

Ultimately, both Helen Fielding and Sarah Jessica Parker killed their own franchises, and what's really depressing about this is that it suggests the default position for movies and books about women, for women, is to show them as marriage-obsessed morons. There are still hours of re-runs of the TV series every night on the Comedy Central channel, and I used to watch them.

But the films have ruined them for me. I can hardly make out the smarts and emotions that I used to love because all I can see is the impending conventionalism. Apparently, that's all Parker and King could see, too.

The death of Sex and the City is not just a shame for fans, but for all women with higher expectations of movies about women than a compendium of cliches sex the Daily Mail. Carrie, you may have bought a lot of shoes in these movies, but ultimately, you sold out.

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To loosen her up for the part, Thomas also danced with Nina - including kissing her again, touching her breasts and crotch through her clothes to arouse her, but then stopped, counseling: "That was me seducing you when it needs to be the other way around. At dinner, Lily predicted that it would only be a matter of time before the ballet director would be calling Nina his "little princess" - as he did with Beth.

She then advised: "You just gotta let him lick your pussy. In one of her delusional hallucinations, Nina imagined Lily backstage making out with Thomas who transformed into a costumed swan figure. In her climactic delusional performance as the Black Swan which she morphed into , Nina took self-destruction to the limit, stabbing herself in the abdomen with a mirror shard although she imagined herself murdering Lily in a blood-soaked gory scene in her dressing room , and dying in the swan song finale as the White Swan.

As she was congratulated and received thunderous applause, she admitted that she had found ultimate freedom - she had attained her tormenting goal of being perfect, as she affirmed in the film's final line to Thomas: "It was perfect. It first premiered at Sundance, and was a hit at the Cannes Film Festival.

The story was about a couple in rural eastern Pennsylvania with 5-year-old daughter Frankie Faith Wladyka , a daddy's girl. In a series of cross-cutting, non-linear scenes set over a six year period, the emotionally-authentic film told of the highs and lows in the troubled, whirlwind relationship and disintegrating marriage between the two struggling spouses:. Their visit to the blue-lit "Future Room" with a rotating bed in a couples-oriented themed pleasure hotel in the Poconos was ill-fated.

It led to a destructive encounter at her place of work, plans for divorce and the final split between the two. It was originally given an undeserving rating of NC, allegedly for an early, questionable scene involving "explicit sexual content" - namely, cunnilingus and female gratification.

In fact, all of the frankly-depicted sex scenes between the two stars were non-explicit, discreetly shot, and non-gratuitous. However, one other intense and honestly-depicted sex scene brought up the issue of marital rape - a more likely candidate for the MPAA's uneasiness.

When the MPAA rating was appealed by Harvey Weinstein of the Weinstein Company , his side argued that the ratings association was following a double standard. The controversial threat of an NC rating was ultimately dropped or rescinded by the MPAA without a single cut required, bringing the film much needed notoriety, extra publicity, and an Oscar nomination for Michelle Williams.

To possibly spite the MPAA, Weinstein then released a provocative poster to advertise the sexually-frank film, highlighting a steamy outdoor embrace between the two leads. When the DVD was released and advertised as "Uncut and Uncensored," it was actually unchanged from the theatrical version. In one of their early awkward conversations, Peyton revealed that she was lesbian to the "straight" Elena, who immediately confessed that she had voted "the right way" on Proposition 8 in California.

Soon, they were working together professionally, with Elena becoming Peyton's photographer. In the film's most tauted scene and possibly the longest lesbian kissing scene ever, but not the longest kiss ever , they engaged in a very lengthy 3. The camera circled around them as they continued kissing into the living room, and then onto the sofa, in the semi-indulgent passionate moment. The kiss involved lipsmacking, sucking, licking, and culminated with additional body grinding as Peyton laid atop Elena on the couch.

Ultimately, Elena proposed: "Make love to me, Peyton," and they became intimate with each other in a number of make-out scenes involving oral sex Peyton confessed: "Everything's so different with you" , but their forbidden love was subject to controversy and conflict, predictably, under difficult circumstances. Although rude, raunchy and crude with a few gross-out moments, and a hybrid rip-off of The Hangover with a Back to the Future time-travel twist, this "high-concept" comedy starred John Cusack, and other familiar actors such as Crispin Glover Marty McFly's dad in BTTF as surly one-armed bellhop Phil, and Chevy Chase as a hot-tub repair man.

It told about a trio of burnt-out middle-aged high-school buddies experiencing bad luck and depression who took off for a nostalgic, male-bonding weekend at the Kodiak Valley Ski Resort, a place they had spent debauched days many years earlier. Whatever, semantics. I want an escort to escort our penises into her vagina. They spent a night of carousing and dipping in a hot tub toasting "to the good times" and spilling illegal Russian soda on the machinery , and afterwards "What the hell happened last night?

They discovered they had gone back in time when they looked at their images in a mirror, and asked themselves: "Why are we in our young bodies? Jacob stressed that they must avoid the "butterfly effect" he was stressed that his own conception would be imperiled and Adam speculated: "If we're gonna beat this thing, we've got to do exactly what we did 20 years ago.

Crystal Lowe as Zoe appeared topless, and Lou went on to fathering future Jacob with Adam's sister, among other ugly sex scenes including a high-stakes bet involving oral sex. This unusual, fantasy-driven Zen-like , garish film was a wild and sex-drenched science-fiction horror-sex comedy thriller, with a number of extended sexual interludes. The occult mystery told about ambisexual, dazed year-old college freshman Smith Thomas Dekker , who was attending the "College of Creative Arts" in a seemingly idyllic Southern California seaside town, and majoring in cinema-studies.

He mostly spent his time with his long-time best friend, arty, cool and bitchy-sarcastic lesbian Stella Haley Bennett. Smith lusted after his hunky, often-naked surfer roommate Thor Chris Zylka , who was allegedly straight, but was seen trying to suck his own penis "He likes having his sword swallowed. Not exactly a revelation". Smith went to a campus party accompanied by Stella, and consumed a life-changing, hallucinogenic magic cookie transforming his reality, similar to what happened to Alice in Alice in Wonderland.

Stella hooked up with a "hot girl" from her Emotion Painting class named Lorelei Roxane Mesquida named after the "legendary siren luring helpless sailors to their doom," and later revealed to be a sexually-ravenous rogue witch. After orgasming, Stella told nymphomaniacal Lorelei: "If I come any more tonight, my cooch is gonna break. In the meantime, a mysteriously-enigmatic Red-Haired Girl Nicole LaLiberte vomited on Smith's shoe at the party, and he was picked up in a toilet by free-spirited honey-blonde haired British student London Juno Temple.

She bluntly asked to have sex with him, and they continued to meet for casual sexual relations. During one encounter, she offered him advice on cunnilingus: "Pay attention to how she's reacting: it's about finding a rhythm she likes and sticking to it until the job is done. Smith was experiencing a haunting series of nightly dreams the "same f--king bizarre dream" featuring the Red-Haired Girl, who led him down a corridor to a red dumpster behind a black door:. It's always the same dream.

I'm wandering - naked, in this strange maze of hallways, and I feel this creeping sense of impending doom, like something terrible is about to happen. I pass my roommate, my Mom, my best friend Stella. Basically every significant person in my life. And they're all just staring at me like I'm some kind of museum display behind glass. And then I see two people I have never met before: a mysterious, unearthly, beautiful woman, and this red haired girl.

And they both seem to be leading me deeper into the corridor. This is when I notice the black door. And I'm not sure why, but some how I know that I've got to find out what's behind it.

So I grab hold of the knob, open the door and discover A dumpster. Smith was convinced that the Red-Haired Girl was abducted, gruesomely murdered and beheaded after being chased by college boys wearing animal masks. A monstrous conspiracy was revealed when it was learned that Smith's supposedly-deceased father who died when he was a baby was the head of a secret, sinister doomsday cult, and the adventurous London was his half-sister and apparent soulmate.

Both had latent psychic powers. The film ended with a head-scratching abrupt apocalyptic conclusion: Smith's father blew up Earth with the push of a button referencing the "kaboom" of the title. The tagline described the romantic triangle: "Nic and Jules had the perfect family, until they met the man who made it all possible.

Driven, controlling, and workaholic obstetrician Nic and open-minded, eco-conscious landscape-designer Jules were 'married' with two children, both fathered by the same unknown sperm donor.

The teenaged children were half-siblings:. Inevitably, Jules began a lustful affair with Paul when she took on the job of weeding his "fecund" terraced backyard, telling him: "I keep seeing the expressions of my kids in your face. It was devastating for Nic when she learned about it, although their long-running committed relationship survived the incident, as Joni went off to college and Laser told Nic that his 'parents' were "too old" to break up.

In another portion of the film, Jules explained to Laser why she preferred to watch vintage gay-man porn on DVD, rather than lesbian porn.

A series of American monster horror comedies, killer crocodile films, began with Lake Placid , starring Bridget Fonda and Bill Pullman. It was followed by three, low-budget, R-rated, made-for-TV sequels with completely different casts, each with increasing amounts of nudity on the unrated DVD versions from mostly unknown actresses:. Leap Year , Mex. This potent independent film, the Cannes Film Festival Camera d'Or winner, was directed by Australian-born Michael Rowe it was his directorial debut film.

It was often compared to Bernardo Bertolucci's Last Tango in Paris , and Cronenberg's Crash and Secretary , for its themes of sexual delusion, obsession, and self-destruction. In this intense, claustrophobic, highly-charged character drama set in Mexico City, Monica Del Carmen starred as the single, sexy, and sad character of Laura Lopez, a chubby, dark-skinned, twenty-something freelance journalist, who longed for affection.

Depressed, lonely and craving emotional intimacy and often masturbating while watching her affectionate neighbors across the way , she chose to have meaningless and anonymous one-night stand sexual encounters in her cheap apartment with men she met at a local bar.

Suicidal and troubled, she also vowed that she would kill herself on the leap year day, February 29th, at the end of the month on the same day that her father had died four years earlier. On her wall calendar, she began crossing off the days of February with black X's, and placed a red box around the last day of the month. Candace Bushnell's original book on which the show was based was good, but the show was great.

Yes, there were stupid puns although I maintain that Carrie's response to Big when he said he was moving to California because he was tired — "If you're tired you take a napa, you don't move to Napa" — is pretty funny. And, yes, there was sex and shopping. But unlike in the films, that's not all there was, and that wasn't all the characters cared about. What elevated the show way above the normal chickflick tat, and way above the films, was that it had genuine emotional truth.

It sang with lines that you knew had come from real life "How can I have this baby? I barely had time to schedule this abortion" being quite possibly my all-time favourite and plots that went beyond the limiting convention of cliche.

Samantha's breast cancer, for example, showed not only how scary and sad cancer obviously is, but also how boring, sweaty and plain inconvenient it is, too. But now, treacherously, the films confirm all the worst and wrong assumptions men, mainly made about the show and its largely female audience. The most humiliating example of this was the review of the first film in the New Yorker by Anthony Lane, one of my most revered journalists.

Lane wrote: "I walked into the theatre hoping for a nice evening and came out as a hardline Marxist, my head a whirl of closets, delusions, and blunt-clawed cattiness. There is a deep sadness in the sight of Carrie and her friends defining themselves by. You're right, but it wasn't always thus!

After I saw the first film and emerged from the cinema making a Munch-esque scream, I thought maybe Sarah Jessica Parker and Michael Patrick King the show and film's writer and director had been paralysed with fear by their foray into the cinema.

But from recent interviews they have given, and how bad the second film looks, I'm really beginning to wonder. Did they just never get it? Was the show's genius a fluke that somehow slipped through their conventional, patronising net? Or have both been so blinded by the success of the show that they have lost sight of its original appeal? Simple comparisons between the films and the show give a hint of the answer. In the TV show, the women I refuse to refer to them as girls as they did a little in the TV series and a lot in the films reprimanded Samantha for her occasional crackpot attempts to maintain her youth, and she always came round and loudly loved her looks.

In the second film, she knocks back 44 pills every morning to "trick my body into thinking it's younger", she says triumphantly, and Carrie and Miranda look impressed. Surely the woman who once said while buying her wedding dress on the TV show, "No white, no ivory, no nothing that says virgin.

I have a child. The jig is up," will inject a little reality-establishing sarcasm here? She says, "I've tricked my body into thinking it's thinner — Spanx!

It's like being lobotomised with a pink teaspoon. If this point about youth obsession now being de rigueur is not made clearly enough, behold the film poster, on which the four leads are so airbrushed not only do they not look like themselves, they don't even look human.

Then there's the issue of race. The TV series was, quite rightly, criticised for rarely featuring non-Caucasian characters. The first film's nervy response to this was to include a black character, but as Carrie's assistant, played by Jennifer Hudson, who is cravenly grateful for Carrie's designer cast-offs, and then returns in the end to St Louis, where black people more belong.

The second film goes even further, because King sends the characters to Abu Dhabi. Charlotte and Miranda are happy, if stressed, moms; Samantha is single and staving off the menopause with weird vitamins and Carrie is still married to smug Big Chris Noth , but the romance is leaking out of their relationship.

And iPhones, which so baffled Carrie in the last movie, are now ubiquitous. The gang have lots of fun at a gay wedding, there are a couple of nice jokes and then … well, something absolutely awful happens.

Do they all get crushed by an oblong-shaped asteroid while they're doing that empowered four-abreast march down the sidewalk? Do they get wiped out by swine flu? Do they have an epiphany and retreat to a nunnery in Lille? They go to Abu Dhabi! That's right. The big plot twist is that Samantha is offered a very unappetising all-expenses-paid junket in Abu Dhabi and gets to invite her three BFs. Naturally you'd expect the scenes in Abu Dhabi to last, ooh, maybe two, three minutes, tops — enough for some gags about deserts and camels and American outsiders clumsily misunderstanding Middle Eastern culture, and then surely we're back to zingy Manhattan.

But oh no. We are stuck in Abu Dhabi for almost the entire film. Abu Dhabi. In the United Arab Emirates. That Abu Dhabi.