Saturday, April 10, 2010
In the worst kept secret of the past year, Aidan (John Corbett) is back in the Sex and the City sequel. And while a friend of mine called him a douche on Facebook, I always thought Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) should have ended up with Aidan and not the emotionally unavailable, dumped-her-at-the-altar Big (Chris Noth). But while the ladies look fabulous (including Samantha's Adam Lambert-inspired studded shoulders — at what point does looking fabulous cross the line into looking ridiculous?), I can't help thinking that I don't really want to watch a bunch of perimenopausal women getting their groove back in the Arabian desert. And then the whole conversation about marriage and babies rather bores me. But of course I'm going to see the movie. I just hope that in 5 to 10 years' time they're not still cranking out these SATC sequels, cause then we'll be well into Golden Girls territory. (Did you know that the characters were only in their early to mid fifties when that series began — scary — and Samantha is 52...) Here's how it plays out in my mind: Blanche = Samantha. Rose = Charlotte. Sophia = Miranda. Dorothy = Carrie.