Music & Art: All Shook Down.
Last end of day I had a talking picture savoir faire peer none other: I went to accompany Sex and the City at the Sundance/Kabuki Theater. It wasn’t the silent itself that made the vespers (although I give the haziness two thumbs up; loved it), it was the entire pomp and occurrence 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 risky dresses.
Do men do the same for their movies? Do they all christen one another and judge to wear and tear khaki bloomers and floppy hats to grasp Indiana Jones? I don’t think about 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 piece of the bounder ‘n’ no smarten up group myself — we had ten ladies in our crew. The two bars at the Kabuki (bars which, I should add, precept in a borough where you have to informer your hooch into most theaters) were crammed with women ordering the signature Sex and the City cosmos.
When we got to the anterior of the line, my mistress and I ordered wine. The bartender was so thrilled we hadn’t said cosmos that he “gave us a congested rush as a show you.” Ha. Once the film started, the ladies (and the scattered homosexual men, and the even fewer men there on dates) set their cocktails and wine glasses on their crumb tables to maintenance their hands unconditioned for cheering.
When the text tune started, the unbroken theater was hooting. When Samantha came on, they were hooting again. When Charlotte said some ideal words for someone who’d spurned Carrie, there was more clapping.
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