SEX AND THE CITY MOVIE

I went to see the eagerly awaited SEX & THE CITY movie last weekend. In my other life I am Candice Bushnell (the author of the real Sex and the City columns that the show was based on). Actually, I think I am half Candice Bushnell and half witch. Or something like that. Anyhow, I love her.

Before I tear this movie apart, let me say that I did enjoy watching it, if only to see the Girls again. And that hunky Smith. My friend that I went to see it with really liked it and disagreed with me that the script was awful. I think all the other women in the theatre probably felt like my friend.

It doesn't appear that Bushnell even went to the New York premiere. There are no photos of her attending, and you know she would have worn something fabulous. After seeing the movie I think I know why.

Michael Patrick King wrote the script, and it was Big's wedding in the movie, not Carrie's. She'd been with the man for ten years, she would have had an armed escort waiting to take him to the Library for the wedding.

No labels? Please. Carrie deserved nothing less than to walk down the aisle in that Vera Wang dress. And that crap with Miranda being responsible for Big's freak out? Pretty please with f**king sugar on top. Did Michael Patrick King get divorced recently or something? WTF was that? It wasn't even in character for Miranda or Carrie.

Here's my script: Carrie decides to give Big his wedding. She buys the label-less suit from the vintage shop. The date is set for sometime in the future. The struggles and joys the other cast members are going through take up much of her time, as she is not focusing on her wedding that much. She shrugs it off when the girls try to bring it up.

Carrie, not Big, gets cold feet. It just doesn't feel right to her. She backs out. She and her friends go to Mexico. She tries to live without Big, but it just isn't working out. The real clincher comes from an email photo of Louise's wedding dress. Carrie cries when she sees "Saint Louise" in her beautiful bridal gown.

The shoes left at the apartment worked well in the movie, and they would work in my story too. But when she sees Big back there they argue and Carrie let's fly that it just didn't feel right without the fairy tale wedding. She is as shocked at this revelation as he is. She didn't think she needed the big wedding if she had the Big man. But in every woman there is a Princess in a Vera Wang gown with a long train and fabulous pair of Manolo's.

Big slips the shoe on her foot, and then whirlwind wedding preparations-- montage of the decorating, dresses, etc-- intercut the library filling with each thing as it is chosen, including the guest list- intercutting people appearing in their seats.

Stop the montage for the wedding party, and end with the happily ever after.

Goddess, Hollywood needs me...

TOODLE ON!!!