Monday
Two weeks after its release and Barbie is still sold out in Manhattan so that, even outside peak times, finding a seat is a challenge. On Monday night, in front of a movie theatre on 67th Street and Broadway, women of all ages dressed in all shades of pink mix with a surprising number of Kens – men attending the show in neon pink singlets, white shorts, and white socks and sneakers. One wears a T-shirt with the slogan “Future Trophy Wife” printed across it. Everyone exchanges glances and smiles. There is a giddiness I haven’t seen for a long time at a movie, not even for the reboot of Top Gun.
