Vol. 4, No.9, September 2008, Multimedia
Sex and the City
Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall | Directed by Michael Patrick King
On the small screen,
Sex and the City was a girl’s best friend. It affirmed in witty fashion the value—the absolute necessity—of having people around who care when you cry, rejoice when you win, give advice whether you want it or not and stick with you when the going gets rough. What woman didn’t want a gaggle of pals like Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte?
Then Sex came to the big screen, and fans held their breath. Would it be wonderful, like the TV series (which was only wonderful after its awkward freshman year, but then got better and better)? Or would it be horrible and superfluous, like one of the in-between Rocky movies?
Happily, most critics (as well as every woman and gay man I know) agreed that Sex and the City—out on DVD September 23—was a great coda to the HBO series-overly long, yes, but wonderful, so wonderful you really didn’t care that it clocked in at almost two and a half hours.
As it opens, we find columnist Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker) right where we left her: in New York, in love with Mr. Big (the dreamy Chris Noth) and, for the first time in ages, content in her relationship. He oh-so-casually proposes marriage, and before you know it, Carrie’s mounting a spectacle not unlike the Barnum & Bailey circus, complete with Vogue layouts and hundreds of guests. It doesn’t go over well with twice-married Big, who wants to get hitched quick at city hall.
Complications ensue, along with more misunderstandings for the star-crossed duo. Meanwhile, Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) learns her loving husband Steve has strayed, Samantha (Kim Cattrall) realizes monogamy (even with hunky Smith) is just not her style, and Charlotte (Kristen Davis) pines for a baby of her own, to join adopted daughter Lily.
When Big—real name, John James Preston—leaves Carrie at the altar, you’ll be hard-pressed to figure how it will all end. And though it doesn’t end for a long, long time, it’s an ending fans will love.
Then Sex came to the big screen, and fans held their breath. Would it be wonderful, like the TV series (which was only wonderful after its awkward freshman year, but then got better and better)? Or would it be horrible and superfluous, like one of the in-between Rocky movies?
Happily, most critics (as well as every woman and gay man I know) agreed that Sex and the City—out on DVD September 23—was a great coda to the HBO series-overly long, yes, but wonderful, so wonderful you really didn’t care that it clocked in at almost two and a half hours.
As it opens, we find columnist Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker) right where we left her: in New York, in love with Mr. Big (the dreamy Chris Noth) and, for the first time in ages, content in her relationship. He oh-so-casually proposes marriage, and before you know it, Carrie’s mounting a spectacle not unlike the Barnum & Bailey circus, complete with Vogue layouts and hundreds of guests. It doesn’t go over well with twice-married Big, who wants to get hitched quick at city hall.
Complications ensue, along with more misunderstandings for the star-crossed duo. Meanwhile, Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) learns her loving husband Steve has strayed, Samantha (Kim Cattrall) realizes monogamy (even with hunky Smith) is just not her style, and Charlotte (Kristen Davis) pines for a baby of her own, to join adopted daughter Lily.
When Big—real name, John James Preston—leaves Carrie at the altar, you’ll be hard-pressed to figure how it will all end. And though it doesn’t end for a long, long time, it’s an ending fans will love.
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