My hubby made a brave face and escorted me to see Sex & the City yesterday. We arrived 20 minutes early to an almost full theatre. There were so many women there that I think our menstrual cycles might have synched. We found a seat towards the front and all was well until a gaggle of girls came in together looking like they had just robbed the Coach store. Having just one friend myself, I didn't know it was possible for women to be friends with so many others. There were at least 10 of them, the ringleader apparently named "Linda". I know this because over the next 10 minutes they all proceeded to scream "Linda" approximately 34 times.
Tom and I were asked to move down a seat (and then to move again) to accommodate the brethren of bitches. The theater was so crowded I felt like I was on a Southwest flight to Albuquerque. Linda and her gang giggled throughout the movie. There was a lot of "Ohh's and Ahh's" over the fashion and a few "That's totally me" or "That's totally you" which became "totally" annoying.
As predicted, Tom fell fast asleep 10 minutes into the film. His 20 minute nap still allowed him to see the remaining 2 hours and 10 minutes of the movie which he only mildly enjoyed. If you want my opinion, Sarah Jessica Parker is a majoh "Fattie",Mr. Big's character was a "Big" f*cktard, Kim Cattrell is getting way to old to play the slut-monger and I could have done without the Cynthia Nixon sex scene (yikes!). Still loved it and give it 4 out of 5 Manolo's.
Val
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