If a certain report out of the U.K. is to be believed, Sex and the City isn’t the only big screen adaptation of a favorite television series to look forward to. Get ready for Monica, Chandler, Ross, Rachel, Joey and Phoebe to regroup, more than four years after the show wrapped, for Friends the movie. Supposedly they’ve seen the success of Sex and realized, “Hey, people might still like us!” (As if our TiVo full of every day’s cache of syndicated episodes might suggest otherwise.) Also: They could command enormous paydays, especially if they get in on the production side! Plus: It’s not like any of them are doing something worthwhile in front of a camera these days (read: Dirt).
Vivienne Westwood — who designed a dress worn by Carrie in the Sex and the City movie — explaining why the film sucked after only watching the opening credits:
I thought Sex and the City was supposed to be about cutting-edge fashion and there was nothing remotely memorable or interesting about what I saw. I went to the premiere and left after 10 minutes.
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Since the release of the much ballyhooed Sex and the City movie, sad former cheerleaders who wish life was TV have been causing grief for more than just bartenders and shoe salesmen; they’re now harassing kindly vintage book dealers with demands for things that aren’t even real.
A consumer alert for the millions who have seen the “Sex and the City” movie: There is no such book as “Love Letters of Great Men,” which Carrie Bradshaw reads while in bed with Mr. Big.
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Richard Davies, press manager for AbeBooks.com, an online seller that features used titles, told The Associated Press on Tuesday that he has received hundreds of queries about the book’s existence.
Leave Mr Davies alone, you scary Carrie wannabes! And try Getting a Life That’s Yours for Dummies. We promise that one exists. E-mail Amazon about it all day long.
Our new favorite crazy, Lauren Hutton, gave a very eloquent and coherent speech at the Bravo A-List Awards, where she declared that she hadn’t slept in 46 hours. We’re sure it’s not because of any substance abuse — she’s just been really busy, what with her passionate Sex and the City rants and all.
• This is Christina Aguilera’s idea of “mommy-daddy” time. [DListed]
• A member of the paparazzi has been arrested for stalking Jamie Lynn Spears. Um, isn’t that his job? [ICYDK]
• “ABC breaks obvious, rude news.” [QT]
• The Sex and the City women have competing Marie Claire covers. We smell yet another catfight. [PS]
• Pete Wentz says he felt “content” once he heard the heartbeat of Ashlee and Joe Simpson’s unborn child. [Us]
The Sex and the City hoopla has subsided, so that means the producers are willing to spill secrets from the movie’s original plot.
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MALE CRITICS BIASED AGAINST SATC? “As it turns out, Rotten Tomatoes presents 139 reviews, 69% of which are written by men. Only 49% of male critics wrote positive reviews while 51% panned ‘Sex & The City.’ Meanwhile, only 14 of the 40 female reviewers were negative about the box office sensation with 65% of women giving Carrie Bradshaw and friends the critical ‘thumbs up.’”
The funny thing about people who get mad if you make fun of the Sex and the City women is that the Sex and the City women hate each other more than any cultural critic out there. It’s true! We’ve read about them fighting about clothes and screen time and favoritism and blah, blah, blah. And that’s when they were all successful for the same thing. Imagine the backbiting that’s happening now that Samantha’s getting her OWN HBO show.
[Kim] Cattrall is set to star in and executive produce an adaptation of the British comedy series “Sensitive Skin,” which is being written and exec produced by Emmy-winning “The Sopranos” scribes Mitchell Burgess and Robin Green.
The project, in development at the pay cable network with a significant penalty attached to it, centers on a middle-aged wife and mother (Cattrall) in New York who rediscovers her sexuality and begins to question her place in the world and the choices she has made in life.
Game, set, match: Cattrall.
And girl is pissed.
Sarah Jessica Parker had 40 dresses selected for various Sex and the City premieres, and worse this Nina Ricci gown, designed by Olivier Theyskens, to the New York debut. She was assured it was the first time it had been worn by anyone in public. Except it wasn’t.
COITUS INTERRUPTUS “Warner Bros has told me this morning that ‘Sex and the City’ scored an estimated $17.7 million on Saturday, and the studio is calling for $55.7 million for opening weekend. That marks a 35% drop from Friday-to-Saturday as this two-quadrant phenomenon proved incredibly front-loaded.”
OK, just got this e-mail from a – not joking – Ms Goon, asking if I’d like to cover an event in which women will be hawking hair dye made especially for pubes. “Let me know if you’re interested in attending, covering or need high res images, thanks!” she shouts. I, of course, am not interested, and I can’t imagine what type of person would be after reading a description like this:
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Model Lauren Hutton, who participates in an industry that mainly requires her to keep quiet and look pretty, should probably continue to do just that. In a diatribe on The Today Show, Hutton criticized Sex and the City for portraying all women as sluts:
It’s written by guys, who happen to be gay, who are sluts. That’s what I think.
Let’s face it: Most men are sluts. That’s what testosterone is supposed to do. As a hunter, if you stayed alive after 30, nature wanted your genes out there. Women were just trying to get the best sperm to make a masterpiece.
You have a bunch a guys who are sluts, writing for women and telling them they are supposed to act like this.
Sure, you could maybe argue the issues with stereotypes, but the main writer behind all this is Candace Bushnell — definitely not a gay man. Sadly, Hutton is a prime example of someone who probably has something worthwhile to say who simply comes across as crazy.
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‘SEX’ BY THE NUMBERS “… during the course of 94 episodes and six seasons, the women of ‘Sex and the City’ hit the sheets with a combined total of 94 men and one woman. … Of the four women, public relations exec Samantha racked up the most sexual partners. She bedded 41 men and one woman, while Carrie hooked up with 18, Charlotte 18 and Miranda 17. Everyone has a ‘number.’ But how many is too many and were the ‘Sex and the City’ women oversexed? Definitely - compared to the average American woman, who has nine sex partners in a lifetime.”
We were halfheartedly joking yesterday when we guessed that there would be a lot of tactless, racially-motivated humor in the Sex and the City movie, and we were pleasantly surprised when readers who had already seen the flick declared – however cattily – that we were way off base. Turns out those readers are shameful liars.
Anthony Lane’s absolutely eviscerating New Yorker review of SATCTM reveals one rather glaring affront on the diversity that makes “the City” so damn great for those of us largely uninterested in its boutiques.
That plea gets second prize for the most revealing line in the film, the winner being Miranda’s outburst as she hunts for an apartment in a mainly Chinese district: “White guy with a baby! Let’s follow him.” So that’s what drives these people: Aryan real estate.
Yay! Stick together, white Americans! And shame on the race-mixers.
As we’re sure you all know, ’tis the eve of the Sex and the City: The Movie premiere and people are flipping the hell out, dropping everything for the opportunity to be the first one on the cul-de-sac to see if Samantha really dies like all the papers say. (J/K)
Well, not us. How are we supposed to get excited about a movie portraying the lives of characters we would actively avoid were they real people? Then, a light bulb: booze!
We’ve made this handy-ass SATCTM drinking game in order to help perk up anyone else who’s less than thrilled about having to sit through two and a quarter hours of trite sexual innuendo. Take it, some flasks, and a case or two into the theater with you this weekend to get really, truly “Carried” away. And do try to avoid vomiting on someone’s pink blouse.
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Heard about this movie Gangbang in the Gotham or Humping in the Apple or something? It comes out this week and the media can’t seem to stop talking about either it or the advertising for it; a funny thing considering that talking about how crazy the advertising is for a movie is simply advertising for a movie in a crazy way. (Please, make the check out to “Cash,” Sarah Jessica.)
Anyway, professional thieves in both New York and LA are already thinking of ways to swindle fans of Parker et al into paying exorbitant amounts of money to see this movie, which, though insane, seems to be working.
Among the most elaborate: sold-out “Sex and the City” tours throughout Gotham on Friday. The tours, starting at 10 minute intervals in mid-afternoon, stop off at the Pleasure Chest, where Charlotte purchased her Rabbit sex toy, and the bakery where Miranda devoured cupcakes, before a nosh, screening of the movie and afterparty at Guesthouse. Cosmos aren’t included in the $130 pricetag…
Hey, if Carrie and the girls have taught us anything, it’s spend indiscriminately and never worry about the consequences, because life is a fucking TV show. Have fun!
Last night’s Sex and the City movie premiere wasn’t all Manolos and butterflies — a large crowd of pathetic twenty-somethings was stuck outside Radio City Music Hall, despite possessing invitations to the event. Turns out the venue was oversold by 2,000 tickets. Whoops!
Despite this, look for all of the shunned guests to spend $11 on movie tickets this weekend after enjoying one too many cosmos with their girlfriends while on the prowl for a real-life Mr. Big. Feminism at its finest. CONTINUED »
It has descended upon us: The Sex and the City movie premiered last night in New York City, much to the delight of … Eli Manning? He was one of the guests in attendance, for reasons unknown, at the type of over-the-top shindig that should only be reserved for stuff like the second coming of Xenu.
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