A wild whirlwind of a mess, without any coherence, without even a guiding principle.
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Matt writes: The 2018 Sundance Film Festival may be complete, but our cinematic year is just getting started. Check out our table of contents for the full coverage of festival selections to look for in theaters this year, with reviews from Brian Tallerico, Nick Allen and Tomris Laffly. Also be sure to read the coverage penned by our Ebert Fellows, such as Jomo Fray's interview with Boots Riley, director of this year's smash, "Sorry to Bother You"; Gary Wilkerson Jr.'s touching review of Bo Burnham's "Eighth Grade"; and Brandon Towns' report on why 2018 was the "blackest Sundance ever."
A tribute to the late Adam West.
View image SJP sports her power flower.
"The weekend opening [of 'Sex and the City'] also ranked as the strongest ever for a movie carried by a female lead (at least if ticket-price inflation is not taken into account). Paramount’s 'Lara Croft: Tomb Raider' was the previous record-holder, with $47.7 million in ticket sales for Paramount during its opener in 2001.
“'I am so excited about the possibilities for movies about women,' Ms. Parker said."
-- "Gal Pals of 'Sex and the City' Knock Indiana Jones From Top Spot," New York Times, June 2, 2008
Summer's here and the time is right for fart, diarrhea and masturbation jokes in the theaters. Not just in raunchy male-oriented comedies, but in so-called "chick flicks" -- the kind groups of pals attend together after a few cocktails. I'm speaking, of course, about "Sex and the City." Could it, perhaps, be the long-awaited Judd Apatow(ish) movie for gals? You know, the one about a group of friends who hang out and get drunk or stoned, complain about their relationships (or lack thereof), make dirty scatalogical jokes, and generally prefer one another's company to that of the opposite sex?
You tell me. Because, sadly, nobody has enough money to pay me to go see "Sex and the City." I am not the target audience and I know that. I have no objection to it, either. As Roger Ebert succinctly stated at the top of his review "I am not the person to review this movie." Me, too. I am also not that person.