So for those of you who are anxiously awaiting your chance to see Sex and the City this weekend, here’s your sneak peek.

This review was published in this morning’s The New Yorker. Of course I’m not sure I agree with it or not, as I haven’t seen the film yet, but it’s well written and super snarky. Just up our alleys, sweethearts.

Article: Anthony Lane/The New Yorker
Illustration: David Hughes

Secrecy has clouded “Sex and the City” since it was first announced. When would the film appear? Who would find a husband? Would one of the main characters die? If so, would she commit suicide by self-pity (a constant threat), or would a crocodile escape from the Bronx Zoo and wreak a flesh-ripping revenge for all those handbags? As the release date neared, the paranoia thickened; at the screening I attended, we were asked not only to surrender our cell phones but to march through a beeping security gate, as if boarding a plane to Tel Aviv. There was even a full-body pat-down, by far the biggest turn-on of the night. Not a drop of the forthcoming plot had been leaked in advance, but I took a wild guess. “Apparently,” I said to the woman behind me in line, “some of the girls have problems with their men, break up for a while, and then get back together again.” “Oh, my God!” she cried. “How do you know?”

What followed was not strictly a movie. It was more like a TV show on steroids. The televised episodes, which ran from 1998 to 2004, lasted for no more than half an hour each. So, spare a thought for the director of the film, Michael Patrick King, who also wrote the screenplay. Faced with the flimsiest of concepts, he had to take it by both ends and pull until he stretched it out to two and a quarter hours. Two and a quarter! When Garbo made “Anna Karenina,” in 1935, she got happy, unhappy, loved, left, and under the train in less than a hundred minutes, so how the hell are her successors supposed to fill the time?

To be fair, there are four of them—banded together, like hormonal hobbits, and all obsessed with a ring. As the story begins, two are married already. First, there is Miranda (Cynthia Nixon), who has a job, a child, and not enough sex with her husband, Steve (David Eigenberg), perhaps because he reminds her of Radar, from “M*A*S*H.” Then comes Charlotte (Kristin Davis), who is blissfully wedded to—well, what is she wedded to, exactly? He goes by the name of Harry (Evan Handler), but he’s a ringer for Dr. Evil, from the “Austin Powers” franchise, with all the evil sucked away; what remains is fey and shiny-headed, smiling sweetly about something known only to himself. For a movie about the need for real men—lusty, loyal, and loaded—this unusual earthling is truly a most peculiar advertisement for the gender.

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Kim Cattrall on this morning’s The Today Show. Meredith Vieria asks Kim about her role as Samantha Jones in the new Sex and the City movie, some of the gossip that emerged during filming, her personal life and the relationship with a man 23-years her junior.

Every May the Cannes Film Festival rolls around and celebrities, directors and industry insiders love to hop on a jet and fly to the French Riviera.

In the past, those who could not attend basically missed out on all the press opportunities, publicity and involvement of the prestigious festival. However, times have changed and thanks to Skype’s live video calling, those who stayed home can still get in on the action.

Via Skype video calling, those not physically in Cannes can be both seen and heard as they take part in discussions and interviews hosted at the renowned American Pavilion, the business and hospitality center for American media, filmmakers, celebrities and industry professionals working in Cannes. Skype also supplied the American Pavilion’s wireless cafe with internet equipment so that all visitors to the film festival could make free voice and video calls anywhere around the world.

Titanic’s James Cameron, as well as cinematographer Vince Pace, executive producer of the Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert Tour movie, will be among those unable to attend the event and will utilize the live video calling.

The 2008 Cannes Film Festival runs from May 14th -25th.

http://www.skype.com/

Angelina Jolie, Lily Allen and Jack Black at this year’s Cannes Film Festival

Although the women of Sex and the City looked as though they had possibly gotten over their differences at the London premiere, insiders say that wasn’t the case.

Sunday, when arriving at her hotel (Claridge’s), Kim Cattrall, who has had a longstanding feud with Sarah Jessica Parker, asked her driver to let her use the staff entrance so she wouldn’t run into SJP - who would be using the ballroom entrance.

At the premiere Monday night Cattrall left the event early to have dinner with Mario Cantone, who plays ‘Anthony’ in the film. When Daily Mail told the film’s publicists about Kim leaving the event, one of them was heard muttering, “They’ve got pictures of Kim going out for dinner. What are we going to do?” However, one of the publicists, Ruth Dallatt, did the clean-up work and explained, “The reason that Kim and Mario did not watch the film is that they promised their families that they would watch it for the first time together at the premiere in New York.”

Also partaking in a little cattiness was Cynthia Nixon who was overheard talking about SJP’s outlandish pea-green mess of a hat. “What was SJP wearing on her head?,” she said. “What was going on there?”

Last March I told you about the film Lindsay Lohan had reportedly signed on for about Charles Manson and his cult followers called, The Manson Girls.

Lohan was to be paid $75,000 for the role, extremely low for industry standards.  Well, as it turns out,  she won’t be starring in the film after all.  Why, you say?  Because nobody wants to work with her!

The film was set to start filming in Los Angeles in early July, and Lohan was to play Nancy Pitman, a surfer girl who was fascinated by Manson.  However, when casting for the film, agents couldn’t find a single actress who would share the bill with Lohan!  Even some of the  guys refused to work with her.

Ouch.  Kind of shows you where she is at in her career, and it’s not a good place..

So, in order to get more big name actors/actresses for the film, producers have booted the bitch from the movie!  Sorry about your luck, Lindzs.   You’re box-office poison!