Wow. If I had thought that India.Arie’s version rocked, then I should have dug deeper to find out who the original singer is: the inimitable Don Henley. India.Arie’s version suits the Sex and the City movie perfectly – it’s slick and polished. Don Henley, on the other hand, channels ruggedness and heartbreak. Perfect for that lazy Sunday afternoon.
I’ve been trying to get down to the heart of the matter
Because the flesh gets weak
And the ashes will scatter
So I’m thinking about forgiveness
I know, this blog has been so full of Sex and the City. But after tonight’s screening, I can safely say that it has not disappointed me.
Yes, call me a soppy, blubbering romantic, a non-feminist, but I really, really love happily ever afters. We probably don’t need a man in our lives to make us feel complete, we can most definitely survive without one. But the truth is, life does feel good when there is someone you can count on to love you forever, even when your skin sags and you look nothing like the 18-year-old he first fell in love with. Does forever exist? Maybe not. But it is comforting to know that at least we are striving towards that, imperfect beings that we are.
The show was about forgiveness, which I thought was beautiful. Second chances, we know, don’t always come our way but when Carrie said that all she saw was love, I literally melted in understanding. Because when you love someone, you are able to put everything behind you, no matter how much hurt you had felt and how much your heart was shattered by him. You just don’t look back, you just don’t bring that baggage with you and lay it out whenever times are bad. That’s not an option.
It may sound idealistic but I think that’s what love is. You are able to look beyond the warts and the glaring flaws and the outright mistakes and continue loving him. Forgiveness is not a grand gesture, it’s not about flowers and cards and generous presents, it’s about digging deep into your heart and understanding that we will learn from this and move on. Together.
The last scene brought on major waterworks. It’s exactly the sort of emotions I had imagined for our wedding – us looking into each other with raw love, everybody brimming with happiness at our happiness. Because life and love is a journey and who better to witness the beginning of a life together than your friends and loved ones?
The girls still bring me much laughter and moved me to bits with their love for one another. It’s true, it’s just like we’ve all taken a nap and these four years never really flew past. But they did. As an angsty, young undergraduate, I watched the series with wide-eyed amazement and an eagerness that only exists in youth. As an older, more jaded and wiser adult, I am able to take a step back and look at everything with a discerning and understanding eye.
I’m a little sad that this is the finale, the denouement, for it’s virtually impossible to envision a sequel. I’d rather they end off on this note rather than bring us another installment of Carrie and Big’s roller-coaster ride.
And on this note, here’s the lovely love letter written by the genius Ludwig van Beethoven to his beloved, that Carrie had read out to Big in the movie. If our wedding had readings, this would go right on top of the list. Enjoy.
Be calm – love me – today – yesterday – what tearful longings for you – you – you – my life – my all – farewell. Oh continue to love me – never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
!(imgcenter)http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2033/2538308206_0e2646d898_m.jpg(Oh keep me sane)!:http://www.flickr.com/photos/yannie/2538308206/
Almost four years since graduation, I realise that I have stopped decorating my workdesk. When I first started, I had cheery pictures of us in Hawaii and my nephew adorning the walls of my cubicle. These days, my desk is just that: a desk to aid my productivity so that I can bugger out of the office as quickly as possible.
But even then, a girl needs something to cheer her up when she is buried in work and when that antique Macintosh G3 machine throws a tantrum. My solution? A gorgeous poster of the new Sex and the City movie. I love the artwork – the elegant black and pink, the crystal-encrusted logo, her beautiful bustier dress, the air of class, girlishness and unbridled joy. It’s all marketing, of course, but my love for Carrie and SJP far exceeds my innate cynicism (which is exacerbated by the job, really).
I’ve got the soulful India.Arie song, The Heart of the Matter, on repeat mode now, the very song that drew my attention on the movie’s website and trailer. Thanks to the ed, a copy of the soundtrack landed on my desk and the combination of completing my work on time, the arrival of the weekend and the fact that I will be catching the most anticipated movie of the year soon really lifted my spirits.
Can’t wait to get to the cinema later to catch the movie with the girls. Happiness!
Oh, and I’ll be running my first 10km for the Sundown Marathon in 1.5 years since the 2006 Singapore Marathon before that. Wish me luck!
!(imgleft)http://yannisms.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/satc.jpg(Sex and the City: The Movie)!
After a painful and often lonely (hah!) four-year wait, Sex and the City is finally back!
Watching the fabulous foursome (sorry, Beatles) on Oprah brought a tingle of anticipation and some unexpected tears in the eyes. It all sounds melodramatic but the truth is, there has never been a show like Sex and the City and there never will be. It may not be the first dramedy featuring female insights and neurosis to hit the small screens (hello, Ally McBeal!) but it was breathtaking in the way it treated its characters, the colourful and creative fashion, the personification of New York City (the famous fifth character), the battlefield called Love and the heartwarming theme of friendship.
It’s been more than five years since I started watching the show but throughout these years, my adoration for it has never waned. It’s made me ponder about my own life, nod in disbelieving agreement at what was being said, brought on tears and laughter, and more than a passing thought of living my life the way they do: with unbridled passion, freedom and deep kinship for one another. It was almost as if it wasn’t just a television show but a reflection of the innermost thoughts that I never knew I had. And, oh, the insecurities, the optimism, the dreams, the passion, the love, the determination, the pain, the complexity, the desire…all these emotions and situations resonated deep within me.
I’m just glad that it’s all coming back now, even if it’s just for one day. May 30, mark your calendar!