Carrie on.
Despite my heroic efforts to dodge Sex & The City, Part Deux movie coverage — behind the scene photos, gossip, plot lines, character relationships — I can’t seem to find a bat cave dark enough to protect me from enemy infiltration: The Media.
Bloggers, tabloid magazines, Entertainment Tonight and the like are all fascinated by the film, as they should be, but they selfishly don’t take into account the devoted fans like myself who truly want to be surprised. What really kills me is when they don’t even give the courtesy “spoiler alert” heads up before dropping bombs.
The first poster of the motion picture is making rounds and I’m quite alright with it. Just like I’ll be when the trailers begin popping up during commercial breaks. Because, as with the first one, the producers and directors protect the innocent with vague content and random scene clips. A game or two of peek-a-boo doesn’t scare me. They treat content like the Holy Grail and go to great lengths to keep secrets in the vault. Silly speculators can theorize all they want, insufficient evidence doesn’t hold much weight in my book.
When S&TC, The Movie, was released, my girl friend & I dressed up in heels and sassy outfits, grabbed a cosmo, then met up with my own Mr. Big to watch together as a trio for the midnight showing. When Carrie was left standing on the library staircase and Big flaked on their vows, my heart sank. When Carrie beat his ass with a bouquet and petals went flying everywhere, I could taste her terror. When Charlotte darted the meanest, coldest look I’ve ever seen to him while waddling back into the limo with her fitted black mermaid style bridesmaid dress, for the very first time, my Mr. Big finally *saw* how much his selfishness directly affected my own friends.
I remember before falling asleep next to each other a few hours later, he seemed visibly shaken up. Through all of our breakups, he had never experienced an inside look to the aftermath — that my resilient entourage picked up the pieces of my heart everysingletime. There was nothing more to be said; we had just watched our relationship manifest on screen and it wasn’t pretty. Despite the fact Carrie & Big ultimately got married right before credits rolled, our own fate was still yet to be determined.
The sequel will be released in five months. I won’t deliberate, or form focus groups, or engage in potential scenarios about how the script will go down. I also won’t wonder where my relationship adaptation will be with Mr. Big come May 28. I’m only focused on taking one day at a time, to carrie on, with my life.
