Looking a little worse for wear, Chris Noth gets some late night sushi in Vancouver.
Oh, Mr. Big, you aren’t looking so hot, sweetheart! Not that I’d kick you out of bed for eating crackers!
[Photo: BauerGriffin.com]
Ok, don’t I wish! But we do have an official release date for the Sex and the City sequel! It will be in theaters almost exactly two years after the first one was released.
Ladies, you’ll need to make sure your liquor cabinets are ready with all the fixin’s for a Cosmopolitan on May 28th, 2010. I know that’s over a year away, but it’s never too early to stock up!
As for any storyline gossip, we hear that a baby might be in the stars for Big and Carrie. I’m sure tons more stuff will get leaked as we get closer!
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So when the Vivienne Westwood dress that Carrie wore in the Sex and the City movie went on sale online it sold out almost immediately. The dress now has a waiting list, so it might be a little late to consider.
Considered a bargain at $10,000, the dress is the hottest gown for brides this year. Let’s just hope they wear a different headpiece!
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Editor’s Smack: Vivienne Westwood, 67, wasn’t impressed with the fashion in Sex and the City despite creating the dress worn by ‘Carrie’ on her wedding day. “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 ten minutes.”
I’ll bet Ms. Westwood is singing nothing but praise for the movie since it has caused one of her gowns to sell out so quickly!
“I bet there will be another one. Too many executives want too much money.”
- Chris Noth (a.k.a. Mr. Big – meeooow!) thinks that there will absolutely be a sequel to the Sex and the City movie.
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Kim Cattrall, who plays sultry vixen, Samantha Jones, revealed that the rumors are definitely true while chatting on Britian’s Paul O’Grady Show.
When asked, “Will there be a sequel?” Cattrall replied with an affirmative, “Yes there will.”
New Line Cinema agrees and says that they are “in negotiations for a sequel.”
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If you can wait until 2010 you’ll be able to get your Sex and the City fix without having to watch reruns.
Candace Bushnell, the woman behind Sex and the City, has signed a two-part book deal with HarperCollins and she is bringing Carrie Bradshaw back.
But this time as a teenager. The novel will be about Carrie’s teenage years and life in high school. Bushnell states,
“I’ve always been interested in exploring Carrie’s teenage years. Carrie in high school did not follow the crowd – she led it. It was there that she began observing and commenting on the social scene.”
The book is set to hit shelves in the fall of 2010.
“I kissed Sarah Jessica Parker. I played a lesbian in Sex and the City and I had to kiss her. I have experimented with same-sex relationships in my life, but it wasn’t about enjoyment with Sarah Jessica. Her character was supposed to be reluctant about getting involved, so it wasn’t a passionate kiss – it was a reticent one, which is the reason I didn’t enjoy it.”
- Alanis Morissette didn’t enjoy her lesbian kiss with Sarah Jessica Parker.
“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 ten minutes.”
- Fashion designer Vivienne Westwood, 67, wasn’t impressed with the fashion in Sex and the City despite creating the dress worn by ‘Carrie’ on her wedding day.
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.
