Sex and the City... loved the Series, loved the girls, loved Mr. Big...but not sure if I'll love the movie. Dare I say it? I think it "Jumped the Shark." Oh... even writing that hurt. I LOVE that show. It's soooo hard to criticize it. The writing was great... the actors were terrific, but when Miranda had the kid and moved to (gasp) Brooklyn, Samantha got that goofy young boyfriend, and the girls started drifting apart....I lost interest. The whole Paris- fairy-tale type ending just seemed "un-Mr.Big-like." Not believeable. And where do you go from here? Do we have Carrie and Mr. Big settle down, have babies, buy a mini-van, and have the girls up for a bar-b-que on the weekend? Join the Country Club and take up golf?
I'm not for this at all.
The alternative is to try to re-create what was so great about the series to begin with.... the sexy outfits, the boyfriend bashing sessions... the sexual dilemmas, the awkward date moments... it was all like spying on young singles... and living vicariously through their adventures. When the show progressed to marriages and babies and even cancer-- It was leading down a path of no return. It can never be as carefree and funloving again.
Oh God, don't let them become Desperate Housewives.
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