Now that each of the four leading ladies has signed on to the project, the long-anticipated Sex and the City flick is finally out of development limbo. And so, in true Carrie Bradshaw fashion (minus the Blahniks), we at PopWatch couldn’t help but wonder: do we really need a SATC movie?
I guess now would be a good time to mention that I own several SATC DVDs, and while I don’t watch them daily, let’s just say that they’re not exactly collecting dust. I loved the series (I even had one of those ubiquitous “I’m a Carrie” T-shirts — a purchase that, you’ll be happy to know, is collecting dust these days).
But fan status aside, I feel I may be experiencing what Carrie felt when she was torn between Mr. Big and Aidan. On one hand, you have the prospect of a really great, drama-filled movie that brings you back to your love affair with four New York women who showed us that love is tricky, but totally worth fighting for.
On the other, we have the prospect of moving on. We’ll always treasure what we had with SATC, but there comes a time when you have to let go. That doesn’t mean we let go of the lessons we’ve learned. (Just to refresh: Don’t wear brand new Louboutins to the maternity ward, post-it notes are not acceptable channels for break-up conversations, and when you fall flat on your face, you get up, strut down the runway like nothing happened, and high-five Heidi Klum.)
PopWatch editor Gary Susman says he’d prefer to move on, havinggotten the closure he needed from the 2004 series finale, given allthat was resolved after our American girl went to Paris. He worriesthat a movie version will be like that superfluous Bridget Jonessequel, times four, bringing in new complications to ruin each woman’shappily-ever-after, only to have them all tidily resolved again in 90minutes.
Me? I’m shamefully tempted to run back into Mr. Big’s arms (or at least hold his hand in the theater, while watching SATC: The Movie).I say this realizing that I’ll be opening a door that has been closedfor years and that everything could come unraveling in and hour and ahalf. But I’ll take my chances….
… of course, if Chris Noth doesn’t reprise his role as Mr. Big Iwant nothing to do with it. There’s only one Mr. Big and his name maybe John, but it’s really Chris Noth. I want my Mr. Big!
Guess “I’m a Carrie” after all.
How about you, PopWatchers? Ready to walk another mile in Carrie’sexpensive stilettos? What do you think should happen in the movie? Ordo you just wish Sarah Jessica Parker (pictured) and company wouldleave well enough alone