So from the lengthy trailers of the now-released Sex and the City movie it's blatantly clear from the first few scenes that life with Mr. Big does not turn out at all like you'd expect after the über-romantic, soul-searching-turned-life-altering-revelation that takes Big to Paris to find Carrie, declare his love and bring her back home to NYC.... (sigh)...
(As an aside: It's funny to me how sitcoms and movies can remind me that I'm still a romantic at heart, not at all as love-jaded as one would believe...)
Given this knowledge that the happy, albeit vague, ending from the series does not last for long, I've toyed with the idea of boycotting the movie altogether and living in a state of tv denial. But naturally I was just kidding myself since there's no way I'm gonna miss any more of the cynical one-liners, outlandish sexual escapades, somewhat-endearing naivete and, the big one, the ebbing and flowing but ever present emotional turmoil that is Carrie Bradshaw. Maybe I'll get my fix of rosy-ness from Samantha and Jared* instead ;)
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