Last weekend, watched "Sex And The City: The Movie" (not the new one, but the first one) --
the "Samantha Jones" character is out in Los Angeles. She has everything going for her, yet she isn't happy -- she is losing any connection to the life she's currently leading.
Financial / career success; loving relationship with a great guy; etc., etc. But -- it isn't her life. Being "in a relationship" is not Samantha's style; she's one of those New York partisans who finds Los Angeles sort of "plastic" and empty; and she wants her P-R business to be about more than one client (her boyfriend).
So she's dissatisfied, but can't admit it yet; she wants to be loyal to the guy.
Visiting her friends (Carrie, Charlotte, and Miranda) in NYC: they go to a show during Fashion Week and when they come outside afterwards, Samantha is standing on some steps, wearing a pure, whiter-than-snow fur coat. In a medium-close shot, you see a splotch of red blood hit the front of that coat -- it shocks you, and startles you: two ladies standing nearby with a little pail start in with, "Fur is murder!"
"Murder! Murder!" They keep yelling that word, real angry, about five or six times. Miranda and Carrie are just aghast, standing there with their eyes wide and their mouths open.
Samantha tilts her chin up, just a little bit, gazes out at the broader view of the day, beyond the fur protesters, and, with a little sigh and an ironic smile, says, "God, I miss New York!"
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