So I finally went to see the Sex And the City movie -- yes, I'm hella late.
It was all I wanted it to be and more. Let's address the more.
Black people. Sex and the City heard the outcries, and they answered, in the form of Louise from St. Louis and three other non-background black people. If this is the best they can do, then next time, I need them to ignore the call.
Black people #1 & #2 - We meet them in the drugstore that Carrie and Miranda are walking through while shopping for Halloween gifts. Unruly black boy wearing a scary mask runs up to Carrie and yells in a monster voice, "Rawr!" Mother quickly snatches him around and expresses her non-approval with a stereotypical Big Momma-like scowl. And... scene.
Gee, thanks for the bone, SATC.
Black People #3 - We meet him at Carrie's apartment - a blue collar brother unloading boxes and lustfully staring down Louise's cleavage. Well, yeah. Duh. That's a perfect role for a black man, right. Cast it!!
And of course, last but far from least, we come to our most prominent black person of all --
Black People #4 - Louise from St. Louis, the sassy (what other attitude do we have, people) overqualified (CS degree) sister who rents designer bags and who "will hook you up."
Louise, like all of her magical black girl friend predecessors, did indeed "hook" Carrie up, providing that right-on-time soul-sister advice at every turn. Okay?? And in classic sister-girl fashion, she quickly neck- and eye-rolled the aforementioned moving man into submission. Cause that's how we do, right?! *groan*
SATC, why? After such an outstanding job casting Blair Underwood as the doctor, fellow tenant, and love interest of Miranda, why would you fall into such stereotypical typecasting? Well, judging from the all-white (other than me and another attendee), all female audience in attendance when I went, you catered to your audience, and I am not she. For every groan that Louise induced from me, an "isn't she charming, oh that Louise" laugh rang out in the crowd.
Oh Geez, Louise.