Lipliner Sahara

by Marisa Olsen


Did anyone else tune in to watch the much-anticipated Lipstick Jungle, created by the makers of the cult classic Sex and the City? Because I did. Not one to follow trends (excuse me while I choke…Gossip Girls, anyone?), but anything remotely related to the fantastic scripts of “great beadwork though,” and gruelingly cool fashion and chic restaurant shots was tempting enough. I think I can say for all womankinds “We miss our ladies.” (I hope that was enough homage to SATC).

Now, I don’t know about you, but I was disappointed. Perhaps obsession takes it time, but I couldn’t relate to any of the woman. I didn’t feel bad for any of them! I mean come on, look at your apartments! And the clothes weren’t even that stellar either! If I was a fashion designer (disastrous line, to boot), I’d hope I would look a million times better than Victory Ford. Although I do give the writer’s props for the label name, sort of. Her affair is just preposterous. But maybe I’m just jealous. Eh, I don’t know. I’m not one for Bentley’s, although I do like flowers.

Was it just me, or did it take anyone else a while to catch on to what Wendy actually did? I get it, you get to drop Leo’s name, but what exactly do you do? Or, I could just be stupid; always a possibility. Personally, I can’t believe he called her back; I didn’t find her convincing enough. I did like the deliberate take in the opening scene of her dropping her purse, just like CB did when she first met BIG. Rip off. But she’s clumsily like me, so I got a chuckle.

In addition, I had no idea Wendy was played by Brooke Shields. Must have missed that, ouch.

And what about that lil hottie of a hunk? Why was he interested in Nico? And what kind of name is Nico? Isn’t that the name of soon cool retro band? Honestly, I didn’t feel bad for Nico. Hello? Your husband is awful. What a terrible plot line. And trite script. I could honestly write a better script. Also, I thought the aggressive salt salad was a little over the top.

What about the cheesy scene on the balcony? Gross feeling anyone?

Needless to say, I could foresee myself loosely following the next few episodes…Let’s be honest, I just wanted to get to blog before NYMag did.