Carrie And The Girls Take Over The Silver Screen!!!

As promised, and as a faithful fan of four single women searching for love in New York City, I ventured out last night with my girlfriends to see Sex And The City, the movie! Trendy as we are, we met up a few hours early to enjoy some appetizers and cocktails and catch up, just like Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda! The buzz was in the air. It was all we could talk about, how excited we were to see the film! Actually, a few of within the group had already seen it days ago, flocking to the theatre when it first came out, and they loved it so much that they joined us for take two!
The theatre was, of course, packed and surprisingly enough there were a few men in the audience (although, whether or not they were willingly attending I can’t say as most looked to be on the arm of their girlfriends). Things started off a bit shaky and we had huge scare when the film reel didn’t seem to work the first five times that the theatre attempted to get it started. Gasps were heard throughout the dark room as we all sat, waiting patiently and whispering to each other of our discontent. But alas, the countdown began and the previews commenced-too many of them, by the way, but they just add to the hype, I guess. Then we heard it, that all-too-familiar score of music that has played at the beginning of every single episode of Sex And The City and we all cheered!

The movie started out with Carrie, everyone’s favorite writer and single gal in the city, strolling the streets of New York, impeccably dressed, and showing off her phenomenal body (SJP has the most killer legs I’ve ever seen in my life!). The writers of the film were smart, because I knew the show was 2 hours long and I was dreading the fact that it might lag and take a while to get into the real storyline, but it didn’t. Right from the start we’re thrown back into the lives of these four women and things pick up right where they left off. Carrie and Big (who we now know is named John James Preston) are living out their lives, together, in the city of love. Charlotte, who when we last left off was about to adopt a young girl from overseas, is now living out her days in domestic bliss with doting husband Harry and their beautiful daughter, Lily. Miranda is still in Brooklyn with Steve, Brady and Magda, and Samantha has relocated to LA with Smith to follow his career.


All four women seem to be just where they want to in life. But what kind of movie would it be without any drama? Things start to fall apart quickly and we are left to wonder if there really will be a happy ending after all. After Big proposes to Carrie they decide to have a small wedding of 75 guests-no hoop-la, no big to-do. However, when designer Vivienne Westwood gives the bride-to-be a fabulous designer dress to wear for the occasion, things start to spiral out of control. Suddenly the guest list is at 200 and Big is starting to feel the pressure (this is, after all, his third time around the block).
Miranda’s happy marriage, or so she thought, is torn apart when Steve confesses that he slept with another woman due to their lack of intimacy. She immediately leaves him, moves out into a new apartment with Brady and settles into a downward spiral of depression and anger. Samantha, after having spent five long moths living in LA, away from her friends, away from her beloved New York, begins to feel uneasy about the direction her life has gone in. For all of her 49 years she’s prided her self on being a single and confident woman, but lately she finds herself focusing more on Smith and his career (she’s his manager as well as his lover) and not so much on herself. Charlotte, on the other hand, is not included in this slump. The worse thing that happens to her in the movie is she shits her pants from accidentally drinking some Mexican water while on Carrie’s honeymoon.
Why is Charlotte on Carrie’s honeymoon, you ask? Well, put two and two together: Big stands her up on the day of their wedding-completely unexpectedly (at least from Carrie’s point of view-we all knew it was coming). So the girls come together and do everything in their power to keep her from offing herself and they all pack their things and head off to Mexico for a vacation together, one that should have been Mr. and Mrs. Preston’s honeymoon. Needless to say Carrie is bedridden, overwhelmed with depression and sadness. Soon, though, she starts to snap out of it and she finds a way to laugh again, thanks to Charlotte who, as we mentioned before, drops a load in her panties in front of the troupe!


So from this point forward the story goes like this: Carrie tries to put the pieces of her life back together. Miranda holds on to her anger and pushes Steve further and further out of her life. Samantha ponders her life and what she’s become and ultimately decides to leave Smith and move back to New York, where she can find herself again and Charlotte’s dreams just continue to come true when she realizes she’s pregnant. The girls laugh, they cry, they talk about life and love, all the while keeping us moviegoers hanging on their every word, their every move, and drooling over every outfit!
In the end, as most movies will have happen, it all works out for the best. Miranda takes Steve back after a few counseling sessions and a realization that he is the love of her life, Charlotte gives birth to a beautiful baby girl, Rose, Samantha settles back in to being a single gal on the prowl in her beloved New York and Carrie and big get married, in city hall, with no one there, wearing an off-the-rack, vintage no-name dress-no glitz, no glamour, just the two of them.

Photo Credit: Craig Blackenhorn