A review by gary fogarty

Hamish and Andy had this guy on the radio. they hired him to do a review on SEX and the CITY movie. Its brilliant so here it is:-


Sex And The City - A Bush Boy's ReviewGary (Still soaking bloody wet) Fogartywww.garyfogarty.com

Now the line up at the Regent, was a short two miles long,And it was only then I noticed something was slightly wrong.Of all those waiting patiently to be ushered through the door,The blokes were sorta outnumbered, well, I only counted four.And the other three were wearing dresses, and what I hoped were padded bras,Not the sort to small talk footy with, or discuss old Holden cars. Thank Christ they served free alcohol, "A beer for me thanks Bruiser",The waiter flung me a sly grin, and a poofy vodka cruiser.But the movie mates, the movie, well here's a bush poets take,I thought going in, that Sex And The City, was maybe a mistake.But the women bloody loved it they clapped, they cheered, they roared,Like the last few seconds of Origin, when the Queensland boys have scored.Four middle aged sheila's talking, about sex and what's wrong with their men,As they keep changing their clothes, like their minds, again and again and again.Now for their age their not doing to badly, though their beauty is starting to pale,And here's a free tip for you Andy, these chicks are no Megan Gale.They name drop designers as often, as a cow on fresh lucerne lets fly,And that's a little hint at the plot boys, so let's let that one slide by.Have you noticed the names of these jokers, Dior and Louie Button?I imagine Bill Smith wouldn't cut it, if he took a designers job on.The plots about friendship and real life, how thing aren't always so rosy,How you have to forgive imperfections to help your love life stay cosy.How your sex life doesn't stop when your forty, IF girls, you continue to wax,And the phobia I once had about sushi, for some reason is galloping back.The stars of the show though aging , still show they've got what it takes,Though it helps that the crew with the air brush were good and made no mistakes.There are cameo's worthy of mention, Wedding Planner and PA. come to mind,Animal lovers will be thrilled with the terrier, with a cushion fetish of some kind.But in spite of my obvious bias, it's "Big" who near steals the scenes.A man madly in love with his soul mate, and no bloody clue what she means.Just another poor bloody male, just trying to do what is right,Who keeps stepping on toes without trying and always losing the fight.A few surprises pop up in the plot friends, but I'm not letting those out for free,Go pay for a ticket you whowsers, you can't all get a free one like me.But just to tickle your taste buds, not all fashion choices are great, A bunch of roses is a new deadly weapon, and shoe fetish fans - don't be late.An Italian neighbour is the spoiler, he's gets to have way too much fun,And a quick cheeky glance in his shower, put an end to Mr Big's run.But the good guys all win in the long run, old fans will be screaming for more,And new chums, like me and my missus, can pick up on what's happened before.In conclusion, though loathe too admit it, I enjoyed this damn flick from the start,While explosions, gun fights, car chases and Clint Eastwood all miss a part.It does have a fight and forgiveness, true mateship and humour by hell,My wife gives it an eight, and I'm man enough, to give it this rating as well.