I'm as far from being a fan of Sex and the City as one can get without being a hater. Quite honestly most of the time I don't see what's funny about that show, but this German Soccer World Cup version for the second movie, actually made me laugh.
"King Football," as the Germans like to call it, squashed under the stiletto heel of some woman's overpriced footwear. That's a ingenious reversal of the prominent image of a beer-bellied "master of the house" sprawled in front of the TV-set, rather watching his sports instead of going out with the misses. A nice little reminder of who really is in charge ... it's not us.
"When someone doesn't show up, the people who wait sometimes tell stories about what might have happened and come to half believe the desertion, the abduction, the accident. Worry is a way to pretend that you have knowledge or control over what you don't--and it surprises me, even in myself, how much we prefer ugly scenarios to the pure unknown. Perhaps fantasy is what you fill up maps with rather than saying that they too contain the unknown."— Rebecca Solnit