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With “February sweeps” right around the corner–one of the “sweeps months” when networks pull out all the stops to juke ratings so that, based on those increased viewership numbers, they can set ad prices for the rest of the year–I wanted to talk about the recent dustup over CBS’ new hit sitcom 2 Broke Girls, which will resume airing new episodes next week.
A few weeks ago at the Television Critics Association’s (TCA) Winter Press Tour, 2 Broke Girls‘ co-creator Michael Patrick King, who’s best known for his work on Sex and the City, became defensive over reporters’ questions concerning the broke-ass racial and ethnic stereotypes on the show.
If you haven’t seen the show, the stereotypes in question involve the show’s secondary characters who work at the same diner as the two broke girls. There’s Oleg, the pervy Ukrainian cook; Earl, the black, jive-talking cashier; and Han Lee, the diner owner, a Korean immigrant who speaks in heavily-accented Engrish and is frequently the butt of jokes because of his “foreign-ness.” Andrew Ti, the razor-sharp mind behind Yo, Is This Racist?, describes Han in a Grantland post as a “tiny, greedy, sexless man-child.” Most of the questions that appeared to anger King at the TCA event concerned the particularly offensive portrayal of Han Lee.
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Look, guys! It’s a photo from the Tokyo premiere of Sex and the City 2!
Oh YOU. Don’t hate. (HA! Look who’s talking!)
I’m going to say this once even though I know that many of you won’t believe me, many more will scoff, and even more will ridicule me for it:
THE MOVIE IS NOT THAT BAD.
I saw it last Thursday, fully convinced it was going to be a stinker–likely for the same reasons as you: Your best friend walked out of the theater grousing about what a drop-kick to feminism this flick is (by the way, should we really be looking to movies that contain bedazzled logos for feminist benchmarks?). The 16% Rotten Tomatoes rating is simply… pathetic. The “I Am Woman” karaoke scene is worse than it sounds (in fact, every musical number is worth a cringe). Someone told you about the burqa escape scene (sadly, true) and multiple appearances/mentions of camels/magic carpets (also true).
Or you saw the first movie, which was downright abysmal.
But by golly, I’ll stand behind my statement. SATC2 is fun, familiar, and a worthwhile way to spend a few evening hours, especially for a die-hard fan that’s willing to watch the PG-macheted, syndicated reruns on TBS every night while ordering dinner (or owns an SJP fragrance). That, my friends, is who I am. Jen is like, my full-on bestie, and even she has only just begun to understand the extend of my SATC nerd-dom. I’m like a Trekkie, but for Sex (or as Jen’s best mate calls us, “sluts!”)
So if you are like me, you love the HBO series unconditionally–despite Miranda Continue reading Sex And The City 2: Shameful Or Spectacular?
Filed under: Aidan Shaw, Alexandra Fong, Amazian Jr., Burqas, Carrie Bradshaw, HBO, Neuroses, Nonsense, Not So Bad, Romps, Sarah Jessica Parker, Sex and The City, Sex and the City 2, Sex and the City Movie Sequel, SJP Fragrances, Sluts, Taking a Hating Break, Trekkies
After enduring the self-aware, unsatisfying, sexless, love-laden mess that was the first Sex and the City movie, you’d think we’d know better than to pull up a Cosmo and buy a ticket for round two.
But goddamn it, if they didn’t find the cutest damn little twin girls–Parker and Alexandra Fong–to play Charlotte’s little ‘un, Lily:
Ugh. We’re definitely going to have to go see the movie now. But if we have to endure Miley Cyrus’s ugly mug, or hear “love” more than 6 times in one theater sitting without any cunnilingus to break it up, those fuckin’ kids are gonna owe us each 14 bucks.
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Occupation: Cartoonist and author
Known for: One very lovely Filipina blood quarter, a dark-yet-elementary illustrasian technique, an arsenal of published books, famously slamming her ex Ira Glass in a comic story: “Head Lice and My Worst Boyfriend” (something Little Miss Bradshaw should have done to Mr. Big well before the SATC feature film).
Barry’s new book, What It Is, which explains her methodology of creating stories and drawings, is newly available for purchase. Save some gas money and buy it online.
May 30, 2008 should be remembered, not only as the release date of the longest “Sex and The City” episode yet, but as the day the dreamy collaborasian between designer Alexander Wang and Japanese retailer Uniqlo became fashion reality.
The proposition came from Uniqlo, as much a surprise as a delight.
“I replied like, ‘Yeaaaaah’ and ran screaming to my brother and sister who I work with, just so excited.”
Fans and followers flocked to Uniqlo’s SoHo flagship to line up as early as 8 AM for an 11 AM opening. Meanwhile, Wang marveled as friends and family snatched up the adorable, reasonably priced dresses.
“It’s amazing, that’s just like wow, we didn’t announce it!” he said. “I mean, there were blogs and online things, but that people actually followed it means so much to me that people love the clothes so much they came here early.”
So modest, and so talented, that Alexander. So when will Uniqlo answer my fashion prayers and open a store in Chicago? Or start selling their lovely wares on-line?
Last week, our friend Slanty wondered who the little girl playing Charlotte’s adopted Chinese daughter, Lily, in the Sex and the City movie was and why wasn’t she listed in the IMDb credits. We asked around and not even a friend who worked on the movie knew her identity.
Well, mystery solved! Her name is Alexandra Fong and, by the look of things, she’s making her big screen debut in the film, which opens May 30. Though we’re willing to wager that Alexandra, with those ridiculously squishy cheeks and that adorable pouty-face, is poised to steal the show from her grown-up co-stars.
Cotton Candy Distraction
I realized today, while my eyes danced, semi-embarrassed, over the above image of Lucy Liu (in Valentino at the designer’s Paris show), that as long as she is working the starring-in-a-Sex-and-the-City-knockoff-means-I-am-a-fashion-icon angle, I can’t talk about her. There is simply nothing nice to say, besides stating she is beautifulzzZZZzz but always manages to look sillyZzZZzz, and some horses need just be left dead but not beaten.
What’s to say? She’s not this…
Cotton Candy Perfection
…and I guess she never will be.
Dearest Lucy Liu,
I’m pretty sure that Patricia Field is just fucking with you. I know you are the focal point of the new, very fash-ant-garde TV show Cashmere Mafia now, which means that you have to assume fashism icon status and gallivant around town wearing wild (ugly) shit and telling reporters in knowledgeable tones: “Oh god, I love young and independent designers. Zac Poseur really just knows a woman’s body.”
But here’s the lowdown, and this is hard for me because I truly think you’re lovely and talented (you are so pretty, so pretty. My dog and her dad rode in an elevator with you two months ago and raved about your skin. This is true!): I really, truly-ooly don’t believe Mafia is going to take off. This show will be a bigger bomb than your lesbian vampire movie. I do think Field has lost her touch–and if she does in fact still have a touch, she’s fingering New Line’s Sex and the City movie, not your little “tv show.”
I’m sorry. Saying such things is hard for me. But to be frank, I really just don’t want you toting ugly gold bags while wearing black opera gloves anymore. You don’t deserve it and we will both regret it. I already do.
hugs and kisses,
[Overheard at DISGRASIAN HQ this morning, on why CazZzhmere Mafia's ratings blew]
DIANA: I’m not sooo surprised, are you? I mean, shit was stale. The clothes weren’t even fun to look at. Did you do an oversized belt count?
JEN: Yeah–I clocked it at 81.
DIANA: It was such a watered-down Sex and the City. No, scratch that. It was Sex and the City backwash. Wait…no…it was like a Sex and the City…enema.
JEN: Huh? I thought it was about three boring white girls who, out of the kindness of their hearts, make it their charitable mission to help an Asian midget find love! You know, cuz it’s hard for little people out there in the dating wor–
DIANA: Whaaat?!? What channel were you watching? Did you wander over to TLC or something?
JEN: I don’t know. I’m so confused. Maybe I wasn’t wearing my contacts?
DIANA: Welp, ya didn’t miss much. Like I said, a Sex and the City e-ne-ma.