Sex and The City Pre-Re-View

About a month and a half ago I took a constitutional down to Smith Street here in Brooklyn to take in a screening of Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Before having the chance to revel in this splendid comedy, I was treated to a bevy of the usual previews. None of them I remember so vividly as that of the long awaited big screen version of HBO’s much loved “Sex and The City” series. The Cosmopolitans, The Comradery, the clothes, the sluttiness, the general uninteresting chatter about relationships…yes all of elements to HBO’s hit series were there. What amounted to a cringe-worthy two minute and thirty second commercial for Summer’s Eve sans product placement had me dreading it’s release. I figured if there was ever a good film atmosphere to hit on the type of girl I would never ever want to date, this would be it.

Now faced with opening day, my worst fears have been confirmed. Nearly every female I know and admire is agog at the prospect of seeing Carrie, the slutty one, the bland one, and the one who ended up being a lesbian in real life, take to the big screen as they figure out if Carrie wants to marry the handsome douchebag who was much more appealing on “Law & Order”. As if 94 episodes over the span of six years wasn’t enough to figure this out, now they have to waste another 5 to 6 episodes worth of time to dwell on the same thing and face the same problems that they’d been facing all long and maybe even wrap up a storyline or two by killing someone off.

So how do I plan to combat the $400 million opening weekend juggernaut that Sex and The City is sure to provide the film industry. First off, you couldn’t pay me in sex to go see that movie. You could however, pay me in sex to loiter around afterwards and talk about how emotional it was or how the funniest part was the line about Charlotte not shaving down there

I could totally sell it with the little knowledge I gained from the trailer and pretend like I just saw the film in an attempt to pick up a woman who might just fancy herself a Samantha, if you or even I know I mean. Or perhaps I’ll spend the weekend partaking in the big sausage fest that every single bar in New york City is sure to be. Actually, I think I’m just going to do my manly duty and barbecue…sigh…

Oh…one last thing…I’m not sure if anyone caught “The Daily Show” last night but I found this Sex and The City bit at around the three minute mark of the Samantha Bee piece to be one of the funniest things I’ve seen on the show in awhile. Check it out: