Hair New Era

How ironic. I recently watched the third season of Sex and the City where for a couple of episodes the girls go to LA as Carrie has a meeting there about the possibility of having her column made into a film. A film where there’s no smoking, and where Big is Mr Perfect, and where Carrie just needs to get over her issues and they’ll live happily ever after. She walks away from it.
But eight years later the film got made and it was so much worse than season 3 Carrie could have imagined. It was nothing more than a clichéd Hollywood chick flick.
All the characters had a beautifully done happy ending at the end of the series. Where can you go from there?
Oh, I have a super original idea: the main characters get a big wedding! Carrie, the quintessential single girl who was perfectly happy being married to herself? Really? Yeah, it’ll be great. So we’ll have a wedding, but not right away because there has to be drama and heartbreak before the riding into the sunset part. Oh, and weren’t there some other characters as well? Um, possibly… Let’s find them something random to do then, everyone only cares about Carrie anyway. The fans will eat it up! And as a dressing we’ll use lots and lots of cheesy love sauce.
Delicious.
And now the second film. They already took the honest, real single life out of Sex and the City. The thirties are long gone too. What is there left to take? I know, the City! But if we rely on lame jokes, textbook drama, a happy ending, a bunch of crazy costumes and lots of celebrities popping up, we’ll be fine.
Ugh.
The thing I liked by far the most about the first film was SJP’s outfit for the London premiere. I don’t care what everyone else on the internet had to say about it, I loved that giant headpiece by Philip Treacy.