Sunday, August 17, 2008
Hmm. I guess this probably requires some explaining. See, Andy and I promised to go see this together because we had seen the original together 3 years ago. You know, like a tradition. So that's that.
Oh. That just raises more questions. Um. I think we went to the first Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants as a goof, or something, after seeing the trailer and ironically acting as though we really wanted to see it. Trying to make some sort of ironic statement, maybe, except I have no idea who we would have been trying to impress. So it's more likely that we both just subconsciously wanted to see it. Or consciously wanted to see it but were ashamed to admit it.
Anyways, if you haven't seen the original, it's a well made and well acted movie for teenage girls, not really my thing, but at least recognizably a superior example of its kind. And the sequel is more or less exactly on that same level: good at what it does, but not exactly the kind of movie I'm into. This one is a little darker (almost miserable at times) and has some more mature subject manner, although it's all kind of simplified for pre-teen girls. Sort of like what a 12 year old imagines being a 19 year old is like, or something. There are numerous implications of sex, but the details are always hazy.
The more I think about it, the more I'm confused by the part where one character loses her virginity. Afterwards, her boyfriend tells her that his condom broke, and she asks if it was a fake one. Huh? Am I being dense here? Do people actually wear fake condoms as some sort of ruse so they don't have to wear real ones? Because that doesn't make a lot of sense. Or is there some sort of evil crime syndicate that goes around selling phony condoms to young men to drive the birth rate up some they can sell more black market baby strollers? I don't get it.
Digression over. If I were a middle or high school girl, I would probably love this movie. It's reasonably well made and well written, with solid acting all around.
Oh, and it has Kyle McLachlan. How can you not love that?