Not so much of the city, lots of ridiculous outfits, and plenty of kids in audience; can it get any better.
Though the movie failed my already reduced by numerous commercials expectation, the buzz about stunning styling drove me to the see it, but kept me wonder “is the king really naked or it’s just my imagination”.
It was collage of everything: Liza and single ladies; Penelope Cruz, as a confessed banked who prays nightly to “let be up”; Laurence of Arabia, who can comprehend desert without him; à la ABBA karaoke performance; Carrie as a modern version of Scarlet O’Hara (Gone with the wind) in the scene when she meet Eden at the “very fake” market; and Carrie as alluring Scheherazade; and of course the ultimate of glamour - Maybach, well all four of them.
While it healthy to laugh, the point was missing, what exactly it try to convey: how they’re different, or how different we are, or may be how unable to adjust to the different environment we are. There is a great saying “when in Rome do as Romans do”, as even in less conservative places explicit behavior will not be applaudable.
But on a serious note, the joke would be actually on us, when a downtown firm’s receptionist will be greeting “leaving everything to imagination”.
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