Disappointment in the City

After waiting a week for the crowds of women to clear, Urban Princess and I went and saw Sex and the City this afternoon. While it was a nice bit of diversion from the stress and melancholia of the past week, I wouldn't say it was a great movie that I'd recommend as a "totally must-see."

You can understand my disappointment since Sex and the City was one of my favorite shows. I still watch the episodes over and over whenever I'm feeling down as I own every season on DVD. I woke up this morning early to fit in a long workout before settling into my movie treat of Diet Coke and Red Vines, and I felt like I was treated to two hours of Cream of Wheat. Bland. Too much effort for the payoff. It was pretty ho-hum, and left me bummed. (That rhymed)

Don't get me wrong, there were a couple of funny moments. One line in particular even made me laugh out loud. However, when I actually make the time to go to a movie theatre, I don't want to walk away feeling like something is missing. Sex and the City was missing a plot. Over two hours of celluloid, and no storyline. Yep, I said it. I don't think this makes me less of a woman to shun the bandwagon, I think it shows I have taste.

In one summation, while the shoes and clothes were brilliant, it just wasn't enough.

Chalk this up to another case of a television show translating poorly to the big screen. I guess the only thing more boring would've been a full length Golden Girls movie.