Oh good God (Sex and the City 2, general movie spoilers)
So, I actually watched the first Sex and the City movie in 2008 because I was in Vienna, bored and lonely, having arrived there separately by plane while my friends were on a day-trip to Salzburg. I'd never watched the TV show unless you count those five minutes my sister refused to change the channel before I gave up and left the room. I didn't mind the movie--it was the only English movie at the theatre that seemed okay--and the repaired friendship between Carrie and the redhead (Miranda?) was nice. But there's no way I would watch it again, or the TV show, even if I were once again stuck in a foreign country with everything closed and nobody to talk to.
I mean, this?
I took one look at this pic on my Racialicious feed and went, "Oh good God, no. Just--no." A picture is worth a thousand words, but I still read the accompanying post to find out the exact level of racefail in the second Sex and the City movie.
Review by Guest Contributor Tami
But it’s when the fearsome foursome arrive in the Middle East when privilege, racism and ignorance meet in an unholy trifecta. Here is what we learn: All you need to know about Arab countries, you have already learned in “Aladdin.” [...] Arab men are either frightening crazy-eyed religious fundamentalists or hot manservants. By the way, it is not at all creepy to accept the services of said hot, brown manservants. Oh, and if one such manservant is gay...Jackpot! Two new accessories for the price of one! Refer to him as Paula Abdul. No woman ever follows the tenets of Islam by choice. All women who wear abaya or niqab are oppressed and secretly want to be white, wealthy, American women who wear revealing couture. [...] If you are trying to communicate in an Arab country and cannot find the right words, saying “lalalalalala” will get your point across.
Another Racialicious review by Latoya Peterson
(Rob, I understand your reasons for loving this show, but I, personally, am really skeeved by what I'm reading about this movie.)
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I mean, this?
I took one look at this pic on my Racialicious feed and went, "Oh good God, no. Just--no." A picture is worth a thousand words, but I still read the accompanying post to find out the exact level of racefail in the second Sex and the City movie.
Review by Guest Contributor Tami
But it’s when the fearsome foursome arrive in the Middle East when privilege, racism and ignorance meet in an unholy trifecta. Here is what we learn: All you need to know about Arab countries, you have already learned in “Aladdin.” [...] Arab men are either frightening crazy-eyed religious fundamentalists or hot manservants. By the way, it is not at all creepy to accept the services of said hot, brown manservants. Oh, and if one such manservant is gay...Jackpot! Two new accessories for the price of one! Refer to him as Paula Abdul. No woman ever follows the tenets of Islam by choice. All women who wear abaya or niqab are oppressed and secretly want to be white, wealthy, American women who wear revealing couture. [...] If you are trying to communicate in an Arab country and cannot find the right words, saying “lalalalalala” will get your point across.
Another Racialicious review by Latoya Peterson
(Rob, I understand your reasons for loving this show, but I, personally, am really skeeved by what I'm reading about this movie.)
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