Sex and the City
The other night, I went with my wife and another couple to see the new Chronicles of Narnia film, Prince Caspian.
I have to say, I liked it better than the first film. I also thought the idea of Aslan being like Jesus came out clearer in this film. All in all, Prince Caspian is a very good film that I would recommend.
What is going on here?
So, I go over to the other theater to the snack bar to get my customary popcorn and Milk Duds (a must-have for every film) and the entire foyer was packed with women. But not just any women—these girls were dressed to the nines (and some not dressed enough) to see the new film, Sex and the City.
Frankly, it was a bit bizarre. These girls did not seem to just be going to see the movie, but wanting to live it too.
I mean, c’mon, I wasn’t dressed in armor to see Prince Caspian or wearing a fedora when I saw the new Indiana Jones film (a bit of a disappointment, I might add).
I have not seen Sex and the City, but I have to say that after reading a number of reviews, it seems to offer such an shallow message. Chasing after sex and some empty promises of fulfillment.
I know the clothes are supposed to be amazing, but from what I have read, it glamorizes a lifestyle that has repercussions we seldom hear about.
The real story of Sex and the City
Columnist and commentator Cal Thomas provides a reality check when it comes to Sex and the City. According to a report from the New York City health department, 26 percent of adult New Yorkers have the virus that causes genital herpes, more than a quarter of the adult population. Herpes is an incurable sexually-transmitted disease that can cause painful genital sores and can double a person’s risk for HIV.
You don’t usually see that message in films like Sex and the City, do you?
So, armed with popcorn, Milk Duds, and a way-too-big bottle of water that I had to buy (it was the only size available), I retreated to the world of C.S. Lewis and left the theater that night inspired instead of depressed.