So, I finally saw the movie every fashionista has been raving about. The famed TV series where handbags, stilettos, and froufrou skirts share the same spotlight as its leading actresses. The fiery, unadulterated show of obsession over bejeweled Manolo Blahniks and monogram-crammed Louis Vuittons.
Well, you get the picture. I was not expecting to get blown away, just entertained. The good news is, I got what I wanted — entertainment in the most colorful, glittery, and paltry sense.
Surprisingly, I did get a few half-serious lessons from the movie,and (drum roll…) here they are:
1. For girls, never, never get too carried away when you’re planning your wedding. Otherwise, you’ll risk getting jilted at the altar.
2. When you’re married, and your husband cheats on you, ask yourself, “Are we having enough sex?”
3. 40 is the new 30. Marriage-wise.
4. Never accept a marriage proposal that’s thrown at you casually. The guy may just be half-serious.
5. Love your girlfriends. There’s nothing like great buddies and Saturday night margaritas.
6. Work is not everything. Get a life. Love your Hubby.
7. Sushi is supposed to be eaten by chopsticks or by hand. Not to be scattered over your naked body, while you’re lying on the dinner table. On Valentine’s day.
8. Communicate with your man. Don’t over-assume.
9. It’s perfectly fine to wear high heels at home.
10. Wearing too much color is okay. As long as you can afford Blahniks and Vuittons.
11. Apparently, sticking bird feathers through your wedding veil brings bad luck. Ask Carrie Bradshaw.
12. Don’t force your guy to write love letters. Or poetry. Or personalized wedding vows. It’s too much pressure for him, poor thing.
13. It’s decent to get married in front of a judge. Especially when you’re over forty and the guy has had two before you. Reasonable, too.
14. Go easy on packaged puddings. You might poop in your pants. Ooops…
Well, at least the movie was an eye candy from beginning to end. The dresses were enviable, the bags were fabulous, and the shoes were killer. And oh, it preaches the proverbial lesson that love can come at any age– and that it needs sex and lots of drama for sheer survival.
If there’s something that the movie dwells on other than fashion, its the L thing. L-O-V-E. Bradshaw’s book title. A key chain. A computer password. Love letters from poets of another century. Break-ups and make-ups. Typical chick flick.
Now that I think about it, I still like The Devil Wears Prada much better. Now that’s fashion eye candy with a lot more punch.
