So, I just read this, confirming that there will, in fact, be a Sex and the City movie sequel.
*sigh* Really? Really?
Listen, guys. I love you. In fact, over the past year, I’ve come to realize that Sex and the City is my favorite TV show of all time. Yes, of all time. Those of you who know me know what a huge deal it is for me to make this realization. It was up against some pretty heavy hitters, too – Buffy, Gilmore Girls, Friends, Cheers, Northern Exposure…
But..here’s the thing. I thought the ending to the show was perfect. It was the most satisfying ending to a show ever.
Then you made the movie. I was skeptical, especially after I heard my Steve was going to cheat on Miranda. (Thanks, ex-Internet friend, for blurting that out without warning and spoiling me. Thanks a lot. Not that I’m still bitter…) But, I ended up loving it. There were some plot lines I wasn’t crazy about (Did Samantha really have to break up with Smith? Why didn’t they give Harry anything to do?) but overall, I loved it. And I got into the spirit. Over at my old blog, I declared the month of May Sex and the City month, and wrote several posts about the show and movie.
But..what else can you do? Break up Carrie and Big…again? Get Carrie pregnant, when Big – who was always written as older than Carrie – has to be at least in his mid to late 50s, and Carrie is in her mid-40s?* What?
Listen, I thought you all did a great job with the movie. And I had a lot of fun watching the show again and anticipating the big opening day. But, know when to stop. Please. Because I know myself, and I know that I will be there, in line on opening weekend, in a cute dress wearing my Carrie Sarah necklace. If there’s more to the SaTC story, I’m gonna have to go see. And it’s gonna suck, because after six seasons and a movie, there’s really nothing else you can do. Your heroine married her man. Her friends are all happy. The city lives on. Everything is fabulous.
Don’t go and fuck that up for me and the millions of other fans around the world. Please. We like how you left things.
But if you must make another movie, be careful. Surprise me. Make me eat my words. Earn it.
* I realize this may be offensive, as it was also announced that SJP and Matthew Broderick are expecting twins (through a surrogate). I did not intended to offend anyone. But, more to the point, it is completly out of character for Carrie and Big to have kids. That’s just not who they are. They’re the fun aunt and uncle types, who bring over toys and take their friends’ kids out to the circus. Not parents.
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