Movie Review: Sex and the City

You knew this one was coming, people. You had to; if you didn’t, you haven’t been reading my blogs, and you certainly didn’t read my Made of Honor blog.

I told a friend’s boyfriend about a month ago that this movie was to women what the opening of Phantom Menace was to men in 1999. He said that that was ludicrous. Had I waited 16 years between movies (in this case the series and the movie)? No. No, I hadn’t, but it’s still a HUGE occasion.

When I started watching the series on DVD in 2005, about 6 months after it finished and 7 years after it started, I was overwhelmed with a sense of belonging. I wasn’t alone. There were other people in the world, namely the writers and millions of other women who had made the show the success it was by tuning in every Sunday night on HBO, who felt the same way I did about relationships and kids and life in general.

I actually wrote a personal blog about the ending of the series. I only had two episodes left to watch, and I was so torn. On one hand, I couldn’t wait to finish and to see how everyone’s stories panned out. On the other hand, I felt like I was losing an old friend. There would be no more adventures, no more laughing at the outlandish things that came out of these girls’ mouths.

When I finally watched those last two episodes, I was thrilled with the ending. Every story was wrapped with a nice, neat little bow, so although I wanted more, I felt like there couldn’t be anymore. So you might wonder how I felt about the film. If there couldn’t be any more at the end of the series, then how did they find enough material to make a film? I’m not quite sure how, but they did.

It’s perfect! It has the perfect blend of feeling like the regular 30 minute sitcom, but it’s totally a movie. Even though it’s 2 hours and 15 minutes, what is that they say about time flying when you’re having fun? It’s true. I felt like I was being reunited with old friends. There was a small round of applause when the familiar music and New York skyline showed through the opening credits. The couture, the dialogue, the city – they’re all back and better than ever.

I wish I could tell you more. I wish I could outline my favorite scenes and my favorite lines and my favorite declarations of love and my favorite outfits and my favorite…well, I think you get the picture. But I can’t. More importantly, I won’t. I did my very best to stay away from every single trailer. I wanted everything to be a surprise. I wanted the day I decided to see it to be like Christmas morning for a 6 year-old. But I was forced to sit through a trailer during Made of Honor, and it ruined more than a few scenes for me.

So I’ll leave you with this: I saw it twice in the first four days that it was released, and I have plans to see it again before it comes out on DVD. To tide myself over before that day, I’ve started the series over again from season one. It may not be exactly like Star Wars, but I think it’s as close as we women will ever get.