Once the hype died down, I asked Ari to go see Sex And The City with me.  Along with my sister, the three of us made plans to meet at the theater last Friday.  As Ari and I waited for Katie (undoubtedly both surprised that we both made it on time), three young girls approached and asked if we would take their picture.

Maybe it's still too soon, I thought.

My sister finally arrived and the three of us made our way into the theater just in time for the previews.

The previews.

I suppose we more than ask for it going to this sort of film but as Ari wisely stated, couldn't they have just shown us eight tampon commercials and been done with it?  (As an unrelated note, sometimes I tell myself I should clean/class this blog up a bit and sadly, I find myself right back in the gutter).

Hollywood has got a formula for us gals and I know three gals that found it pretty hard to swallow.

Which left us with the film. Which left me horribly depressed. The writers of the show seemingly had it SO right. Three years later, they've completely lost touch and with that any cleverness and wit that made the series so relatable.

Comments

[Maria]

This is why I refuse to see the movie; when I was at BJ's last Friday, I came across this book that told the story of the movie in a storyboard fashion with pics of the movie. Needless to say, that's all I needed.

[Marc]

I saw it on a very watchable bootleg dvd I got from the Chinese guy on the corner. It had Spanish subtitles,and I spent most of the 2 plus hours reading the subtitles trying to see if the script was any better in Spanish...it was...mainly because I didn't understand a word of it.