Debbie Leigh: My Sex and the City headache
Published Date:
03 June 2008
TALK about so last season – I must be the only 30-something woman in the country that hasn't seen the Sex and the City movie by now.
I even know a couple of men who went to the opening night – and they weren't even gay.
Despite several invites to watch it I've had to fight my Carrie-loving instincts and say no each time.
Fittingly, the reason is a gal-pal thing.
My three BFs are off sunning themselves in Jamaica and Majorca at the moment.
Before they left, they gave strict instructions that I was NOT to see the film without them as we would all get dressed up – oversized corsages at the ready – and go as a foursome when they got back.
Obviously I considered going with my other mates, pretending I hadn't seen it and watching it a second time but I figured that in the friendship stakes that would be regarded as a serious betrayal of trust.
It's not exactly up there with Carrie and Big's affair behind Aidan's back in season three, but it would still be pretty bad.
The thing is, time is ticking by and with so much hype surrounding the fab four's return I feel I've seen half the movie in TV trailers already.
And if I have to wait much longer I might just go off the idea completely.
I just can't bear to sit through yet another yawn-fest, sorry – I mean interview – with the stars.
Like everyone else who waited four long years for the film we never really thought would happen, I was at first desperate to see every chat with SJP and chums.
But as I watched each one, the glossy sheen on my favourite NY ladies dulled a little more every time.
The key word being dulled.
To my dismay there was no confusing these four with quick-thinking, fast-talking, super-fun Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte.
The obsession with keeping the plot secret made for a Bradshaw-sized closet full of sleep-inducing chats.
They were all so scared of spoiling the movie for fans; they seemed unable to say anything worth hearing.
These women, although they looked just like our beloved fashionistas, were mere shadows of the sassy chicks whose dramas we lived and breathed for six glorious years.
I shouldn't have been so disappointed – after all, what kind of mentalist gets actors and their characters muddled up?
They were just being themselves - and that was the trouble.
The full article contains 423 words and appears in EP Leeds First & County newspaper.
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Last Updated:
11 June 2008 9:57 AM
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Source:
EP Leeds First & County
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Location:
Leeds