On Thursday morning, on the way to work, I heard bad reviews from old women on the radio. Among them, joan rivers is the most mean. She said: This movie has to be renamed "sags and the city". I almost ran the red light with a smile. It is absolutely impossible for women to embarrass women. In fact, I also know that it's not much better. As a friend of many years, I know their fate. But it doesn't matter, they are like long-lost old friends running all the way, no matter what they are now mixed together, they have to meet each other. The old friends met, but reminiscent of the past, and did not expect any thunder and fire, blue sky and thunderbolt.
The time is set for Saturday night. In order to avoid queuing like last time, we bought tickets online in advance. Before leaving in the afternoon, I started to debate with myself, should I take a shower and change clothes? The villain of the square said: If you want to get something! Not only need to bathe and change clothes, but also make up, wear dresses and high heels! Only in this way can it resonate with their aura. The villain said: Forget it, don't do it! A married woman watching a movie in the dark with a female colleague in the urban-rural fringe zone, what's wrong with it? I just sat on the edge of the bed just like that, listening to the two little people making a noise. Later, the two villains got tired from the quarrel, and reached a consensus: take a shower and change clothes, but don't be unlucky. In this way, I set off frankly and nervously.
The movie is not as bad as they say. Like I said, it's just a meeting with a long-lost old friend. What are you looking forward to? What joan rivers said is not wrong. The name of this movie is going to be changed, and it is going to be changed drastically, basically from "sex and the city" to "desperate housewife". Sex is basically gone, some are human fireworks, the relationship between the sexes in the oil and salt. Even Samantha couldn't do her best, and she didn't react to a pool of muscular men without the hormones. The city is gone. The choreographer who lacked confidence tried his best to add all kinds of strong ingredients to a pot of overnight meals, deserts, the Middle East, gay marriages, but they still couldn't conceal the whipping taste of overnight meals.
This is a story in which four modern female versions of Don Quixote fought hysterically against their respective windmills under the cover of gorgeous scenery and costumes, and then defeated in disgrace.
Carrie uses chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and biceps to fight gravity and the two-year itch with mr.big. After discovering that all of this was not working, she almost frustrated the mirror and tried to find Sparkle from her old lover. She looked terribly old in the mirror. However, in a desert hotel thousands of miles away in New York, I don't know whether it was because of the old lover's marriage itch, or her pectoral muscles and biceps were exposed to the effects of alcohol. Aiden and Carrie kissed after they were full of food and drink. Recovered some self-esteem, and then? It may be because mr.big was too scolding before, this time the choreographer made him mature. The story seems to be complete, but the marriage of broken diamonds seems to be radiant, but in fact it is full of loopholes. Carrie dreams of a feast in costumes, and sings songs every night. But like all men, Mr. Big’s expectation of marriage is that his wife (child?) heats the kangtou, deep-fried steamed buns dipped in sugar. From the movie theater, my friend said: It seems that this is the last episode. I said: Otherwise. Because there is still an irreconcilable conflict between carrie and big-eating at home or eating out. This question may lead to the third episode.
Miranda fights between children and men. The result of the confrontation was to temporarily slapped the table and resigned, and flew to the school to witness the moment when his son took the first place. But, back to reality, she can't work if she doesn't work. She has to come back and face the same problems when she comes back. Sooner or later. Then she had to go left and right between work and the child, and the result was either a left uppercut and a right uppercut, or a right uppercut and a left uppercut. Both left and right hands are their own flesh. It's really difficult for a woman to be a wife and mother, but also want to do something useful!
Charlotte fights reality with ideals. She wanted a spotless apartment, a meticulous haircut, and an unchanging love. She has been drawing such a blueprint stroke by stroke all her life, and then practiced it wholeheartedly. Apart from her, who would make cakes in the kitchen wearing Valentino's antique white dress? But she was also defeated, with two small red handprints on her ass, locked herself in the storeroom and cried. The most classic line of this movie is when Charlotte said when he was half drunk: When I felt that the nanny might have an affair with my husband, my first reaction was: I can't lose this nanny! Charlotte, who does not eat the fireworks in the world, was covered in dust by the fireworks in the world.
Of course, we had to be tender on the outside and inside, and it had to be samantha this old ginger. She is steadily old. Over the years, she has worn all the clothes we dare not to wear, said everything we dare to think but didn't say, and did all the love we dare to think but didn't make. In the last movie, we also dumped our beloved dream lover (not the dream husband, haha) for us. But everyone could tell that she was old. She uses a lot of vitamins and hormones to fight time. She categorically told the gay who came to ask for the name of a cosmetic surgeon that she was 100% natural, but she didn't believe it. She must wear a skirt designed for the post-90s generation, but she collided with the post-90s Maili. 52-year-old Samantha, with a lot of hormones in her belly, a lot of condoms in her handbag, and a big diamond ring she bought for herself in her hand, she looks like a man. But even she was tragic. After leaving those hormones, she was impotent when she faced a handsome guy who was almost naked. That handsome old man, like the sweet potatoes she used for external application and internal use, was the last supper.
Over the years, I have fought side by side with them, fighting indomitably with the big bitch of reality. We are familiar with the art of war, are diligent in training soldiers, mobilize resources from all parties, and introduce various technologies. Sometimes we achieve phased victories, sometimes we make strategic retreats. We grow up in the struggle and grow old in the struggle. As that song sings: Only I know how time crawls on my skin. No way, the big bitch reality, she holds the secret weapon of time.
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