SATC

You know what that means, right?

Sex and the City.

Yup. I joined the herds or women (mostly younger and better dressed than I was) to see the movie on the opening night. I usually catch semi-current movies at the dollar theater, so this was really out of character.

What a hoot.

I'll refrain from a review of the movie, but the audience cracked me up. There were droves of women, all gussied up in their best interpretation of SATC fashion and accessories. Most of them falling short, but you can tell they tried.

We tried to get in to a 8:30 showing - silly us, it was sold out. So we went to another nearby megaplex and got tickets for the 9:45 show (yes, past my bedtime). We were waiting in line at 9:20 after we had already gotten our tickets, and somewhere around 9:40 we (and a few other misguided souls) realized we were in the line for the 10:15 showing. Ack!

We switched lines, and went in to the theater - not overcrowded, but nevertheless, we had to sit in a corner by the wall.

What was the funniest, was the audience reaction to certain scenes. When Carrie gives her assistant a Christmas present, the entire audience gasped in unison as they caught a glimpse of the label on the box. Louis Vitton! Oooh. aaaaahhhh.

And there were a few other scenes where they gasped in dismay or oohed or aahed. It couldn't have been scripted or choreographed if they tried, but it was comical when it happened spontaneously. My friend and I couldn't help chuckling.

And in the middle something went wonky with the screen - it flickered and got stuck split horizontally. I thought the collective audience was going to have a cow.

Did I mention that of the hundreds of women in line, there were maybe 2 guys? Looking rather uncomfortable, I must say.

Anyway, if you liked the series at all, and you can accept certain things as outside of reasonable behavior; go see it. With a girlfriend or two. Dress-up is optional.