Sex and the City

The mother of all “chick flicks” arrived and took theaters by storm. Much hyped, highly anticipated, Sex and the City met expectations – both from a financial standpoint and in the minds’ of fans. I wasn’t an ardent viewer of the show, but I have the first couple of seasons on DVD and knew enough about the series to keep up. The movie did a good job of explaining each character’s backstory and history for any first-time viewers. Samantha is as sex-crazed as ever, Charlotte the embodiment of sophisticated motherhood, Miranda the analytical, self-absorbed ladder-climber, and Carrie, the complicated fashionista that holds them all-together. I know that was a corny synopsis, but gimme a break. I’m not trying to do an in-depth character analysis here! They’re all a little more complex and not as one-dimensional as I just described, but you get the idea. Call me a slacker, but I’m not going to spend any more time on this review. It is what it is. I think if you were a fan of the show, you won’t be disappointed with the movie. Most people were pleased with it. One thing I have to take issue with is the insane level of excitement expressed by some women. One said it was women’s version of the Superbowl. Pump your brakes sweetie. More estrogen than the studio audience at the Oprah show, but it was a good time.

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