Thursday, May 29, 2008
I count 13 references to Sex and the City on New York Magazine's online front page alone. We get it. This shit's hot. But I'll be damned if I willingly trap myself in a theatre this weekend with a slew of aging 30 somethings swilling cocktails and teetering violently in knock off Manolos while unsuccessfully attempting to hail a cab. Nooo thank you. Expect my review in a few weeks, when the number of moviegoers has dwindled down to stoned straight guys desperate for a laugh and 13 year old girls who snuck in without their parents' knowledge.