I saw Sex and the City The Movie in the theater when it first came out. Like about a million other women, we had a girl's night out to go see it. We went to a new theater downtown that serves alcohol, so it was festive (read: there was much talking to the screen, many trips to the bathroom and more than a few convivial guffaws.) I loved the series. I was so sad when it ended four years ago and have watched the episodes over and over since then. It is an understatement to say that I was excited about the movie. Revisiting my old friends: Carrie, Big, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha. Not surprisingly, my expectations were high.
I am sorry to say that I was disappointed. If this had been an episode on HBO, I probably would have been satisfied. I had built it up so much, though, that it would have had to be pretty amazing to meet my expectations. Big standing Carrie up was so wrong. And not just because it's a crappy thing, but because I felt that Big was way too confident to have a crisis of faith like that. On top of that, the movie definitely could have been cut down a half hour or so. The closet scene trying on all the old outfits: out. The wedding dress photo shoot: much shorter. I mean, I love fashion, but come on. The Mexico sequence: WAY too long. Charlotte pooping her pants. Puh-lease.
Despite my misgivings, I decided to watch it again. Give it another chance. So I moved it to the top of the Netflix queue and excitedly awaited its arrival. Last night, I sat down to watch it while the babe slept and the husband World of Warcrafted in the other room, safely avoiding any chance of having his "man card" revoked for setting eyes on the well dressed quartet. I still didn't love it. The things I felt wonky about in the theater weren't minimized on the small screen. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad they made a movie and I hope they make another one, because I would like to know where the characters go from here, but I think I'll wait for video next time.