Sex and Demons

Yes, in that order! The rainy weather here has forced me indoors to partake of one of my favorite indoor activities: movies. Recently I joined the many other American women in my demographic group and went to see Sex and the City, which I loved, loved, loved. (Did I say "love" enough times?) It was romantic, sad and funny. I liked the script and the chemistry between the characters. Mr. Big was big-screen handsome. And the shoes and clothes! The bird in Sarah Jessica Parker's head! How about those bridal gowns? The Carolina Herrera version alone was enough to make me want to remarry.

And here is the embarassing confession: I had never seen this show. Not one episode, despite all the praise my friends have heaped upon it and all the media articles that have covered it throughout the years. Yes, I have been living under a rock. I'm not much of a chick-flick kind of gal, but now I may have to Netflix a few seasons' worth of SATC.

To counteract all the visual estrogen, recently I also rented Hellboy, Guillermo del Toro's 2004 film based on the comic strip about an angst-ridden demon conjured up by the Nazis who is rescued as an infant and adopted by a loving paranormal researcher. With his unusual strength, Hellboy grows up to defend mankind against the forces of darkness but is constantly at odds with the fact that he is a demon. He is also in love with a woman who is plagued by unwanted powers of her own.

This is a funny, suspenseful and beautifully shot film. I watched it a few years ago but wanted to get in a more recent viewing before the July release of its sequel, Hellboy 2: The Golden Army. I have high expectations for the sequel and I'm very nervous about that. You know how sequels can be. I'm very excited to see it, even if the sun eventually makes an appearance for the summer.