REVIEW: Sex and the City reunites gal pals on the big screen

Brittney Serrioz

Issue date: 6/6/08 Section: The Scene

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Charlotte, Samantha, Carrie and Miranda are ready for anything.

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I got carried away with sex - Sex and the City, that is.

The quartet did it again. Carrie Bradshaw, Miranda Hobbes, Samantha Jones and Charlotte York, played by Sarah Jessica Parker, Cynthia Nixon, Kim Cattrall, and Kristin Davis, respectively, made me feel like I was part of their sex gossip group.

I have been an avid rerun watcher of the show since 2005 and since I have been hooked. The series truly showed that if women slept around they were sluts, but if men slept around they were top dog.

The movie brings back the girls, their guys and friends. Reprised are Carrie's uncertain love interest Mr. Big, Miranda's husband and son Steve and Brady, Charlotte's bald, kosher husband Harry, Samantha's five-year-lover/client Smith and the brutally honest gay duo I love so much, Anthony and Stanford.

The two gay characters are like the guilty pleasures of the movie because of their honesty; they are like the Louis Vuitton shoes to Carrie's feet or the sex toy to Samantha.

Jennifer Hudson joins the cast as Louise who plays Carrie's personal assistant looking for love and labels in the big city.

Even if you're not a huge fan of the show, the movie is still fun to see with your gal pals or even with your lover because there is a little something to which you can relate in each of the girls. It can teach your man a few things too.

From the gorgeous make-up down to the expensive shoes, this movie is fabulous and the drama is out of this world and there are big surprises in the movie that you never in your wildest sex dreams thought would come true.

These characters have been cocktail hopping since 1996 in the Sex and the City book written by Candace Bushnell. But get this, ladies and gents, the series was actually written by a man - that's right, a man. The characters were taken from Bushnell's book, but the crazy female-antics were written by Michael Patrick King.

One reason I loved this movie so much was because of the screenplay. It leaves you hanging and wondering if there will there be a film sequel.

We can only hope.

As a writer, I found myself getting attached to SJP's character Carrie. She is the New York columnist, party girl and fashionista of the group. And boy does she love her Manolo Blahnik heels.

I don't want these characters to go away. In a way they have become my best friends, too. They inspire me to have my own date with my very own city, take a chance on love, write whatever my heart tells me to and, more importantly, to be myself.

No other TV series or movie makes me feel this way about myself.

I hope they'll be back when they're in their 50s strutting down Manhattan and eyeing sailors like they're bait on a shark hook - there is no holding them back.

Ladies, have dinner with yourself or with your best friends at a sushi bar, treat yourself to a cosmopolitan or five, joke about your sex life and then get to the theater to see lots of sex, fashion and love.