Trenchcoating at the Movies.
I have a bit of a dilemma. I want to see the new Sex and the City movie. That may get me some grief in some quarters. I’m as manly as the next guy, but I want to see how the lives of Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda have changed. It also shows me that Darren Star creator behind SATC cares more about giving the fans what they want than that jackass David Chase, he of the turn out the lights Sopranos finale. (yes I’m still bitter about that half-ass ending. Now the finale of The Wire– now THAT was an ending.)
Back to Sex-I used to watch the show on Sundays back when HBO was the Sunday destination. I would up collecting the seasons as I got them as promos at work. I wound up caring about the characters and conversing with buddies about their antics the same way we marvel at my boy Killer’s adventures. Hopefully the AMC on 42 has it so I can fly in under the radar Thursday morning at the matinee. I really don’t want to have to sneak in like they did back in the day into the porn houses on that same street in a trench coat in hopes I won’t be recognized.
UPDATE : I decided to buy the bootleg after I heard this movie was two and a half hours.