Review of "Sex and the City: The Movie"

I'm a traditional movie watcher. I like watching movies in the theater, not on television, so getting HBO or any other movie channel just doesn't satisfy me. This is the reason why I was late on the scene in watching the HBO dramatic comedy, "Sex and the City." I'd watched "Girlfriends" regularly and heard that "Girlfriends" was a Black version of "Sex and the City," so that piqued my interest. When "Sex and the City" released in syndication, I would watch marathon episodes of the show. I'm not sure who I liked more--my interest in Charlotte's character was amusing because we're both slightly prudish, for me basically about germs and cleanliness. Miranda's free well and hunger for something new and handsome reminded me a lot of me, minus the promiscuity. Not a day goes by that I don't manwatch when I'm taking a walk or driving. But if you looked at my career goals, spending habits, and realistic attitude towards love, I'd probably remind you of Miranda. And then there's Carrie. If I put the obvious love for writing to the side that the two of us share, Carrie is that independent woman who seems to have a man on the side but does not run her life trying to please every man. She has her own place, her own fashion style, a great career, and she's not afraid to be different. There is a reason Carrie was the narrator of every episode of "Sex and the City": women admired her. Every single character in "Sex and the City" is probably one that any woman can relate to, and when "Sex and the City: The Movie" released on May 30, 2008, women (and some men) rushed to the theaters.