Music & Art: All Shook Down.
Last nightfall I had a moving picture be familiar with derive none other: I went to woo Sex and the City at the Sundance/Kabuki Theater. It wasn’t the flick itself that made the gloom (although I give the cloud two thumbs up; loved it), it was the unbroken pomp and incident with the crowd around it. Women were there in packs of six and eight friends, all of them dressed to the nines in heels and strict dresses. Do men do the same for their movies? Do they all name one another and adjudicate to wearing khaki camiknickers and floppy hats to observe Indiana Jones? I don’t cogitate so.
But Sex and the City inspired more well-dressed women than I’ve ever seen at a movie. And I’ll admit, I was her of the butt ‘n’ minuscule attire group myself — we had ten ladies in our crew. The two bars at the Kabuki (bars which, I should add, regulation in a municipality where you have to steal your hooch into most theaters) were crammed with women ordering the signature Sex and the City cosmos. When we got to the mask of the line, my comrade and I ordered wine.
The bartender was so contented we hadn’t said cosmos that he “gave us a slap gush as a offer you.” Ha. Once the silent started, the ladies (and the scattered gaudy men, and the even fewer men there on dates) set their cocktails and wine glasses on their scanty tables to pay attention to their hands clear for cheering. When the subject tune started, the full theater was hooting.
When Samantha came on, they were hooting again. When Charlotte said some option words for someone who’d spurned Carrie, there was more clapping.
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