Last night D and I went to see Sex and the City in French. I was so positive that I wasn't going to understand anything, but somehow I did! Clearly there were things I missed, but overall I knew what was going on, I knew what they were saying, and I could laugh at the jokes, the few that there were. I was disappointed in the movie. It didn't have any of the light-hearted charm of the series. It was sad and serious and completely obsessed with consumption of clothes and shoes and bags. The way Carrie's wedding spun into an out of control 200 guest death star was ridiculous. Miranda and Charlotte were turned into caricatures of their carefully nuanced personalities from the series. And the S.O.s were hardly ever on screen! I felt like they really departed from everything that made the series so great. But I'm really glad I saw it. It's not that I hated it or didn't enjoy it, I just think they could have done a better job.
It was a lucky thing that I've been studying slang - if I hadn't learned "cinglé" before I saw the movie I would have missed out on a huge plot element!
Other news: end of the year show at Napoleon Complex Directeur school this weekend. The only reason I know about it is because the kids have been asking if I'm coming. Thanks for inviting me, co-workers!