Sex in the City. The cable series that spawned a generation of well heeled fashionista cosmo sipping brunch loving girls forever pondering existential question: "Am I more of Carrie or a Charlotte?" finally opened last night in the City of it's birth. The mythical "fifth character" NYC.
Since the movie began filming last year, the fervent hype has been building for this follow-up to the series, akin I can only imagine to the second coming. In the past few weeks the local and national media coverage has been just this side of saturation, inducing an air of hysteria and feeling of some ultra exclusive social event of the century.
I decided to get swept up in the collective hysteria which descended on the city last night. As a fan of the show, I felt compelled to be a part of the phenomenon. Procuring my tickets a week in advance, paid off
as every showing in every theater in Manhattan was sold out last night.
I went to the 7:30pm showing, and not a stranger to opening night movie crowds, got there an hour early, to be greeted by a line of fans which snaked around the theater.
Throngs of female fanatics (with the long suffering boyfriend/husband sprinkled in here and there for good measure) showed up in droves. A good percentage of which came dressed to the nines, in their spiffiest designer duds, presumably tapping into whichever of the four characters they identify with best. The fanatical devotion espoused had the feeling of a sci-fi convention, albeit a well dressed one, as the palpable excitement
rolled off the crowd in waves, over whelming all, even the weary pedestrians who dared wander in it's wake. Or maybe that was annoyance I felt from commuters and passersby as they tried to make their way home, gawking at what a spectacle this movie mob made. As I waited on line I couldn't help but give into the feeling of grandiose excitement a little. It was hard to not feel like you were a part of something big, an exclusive party you were able to snag an invite to. Even around 10pm, when my showing let out, the crowds hadn't abated any. The frenzied excitement still permeating the air.
The movie was good. If you were a fan of the series if was a fitting follow-up. There were no loose strings. It ended exactly the way just about everyone who has any desire to see it probably hopes it will. But, all in all it was just a movie. By going on opening night was I a part of something bigger? Grander? Special? Would the experience have been any different if I had waited until next week or month to see it? I don't think so. If anything I think I maybe felt a little let down. Even with all my reticence to building up my expectations or giving into over enthusiasm of any kind for fear of having said expectations torn asunder, some small part of my otherwise guarded facade couldn't help but expect something. What exactly that something was I don't know, but some undefinable "something". Well, y'know scratch the surface of a cynic. This cynic couldn't help wondering last night, if anyone else left feeling the same way, and if somewhere in a tower high above the city atop a pile of cash, if SJP and crew were watching the melee with a knowing smile
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