Yep you heard it here first, kids - no more "sex".
Last night was the farewell episode of "Sex & The City", and much had been written in the Australian media about it. But for all the articles I read, and the websites I perused, no one said the word most befitting the season finale: CRAP.
Like many women my age, I invested a lot of emotional energy in the show, and I just felt that a 1/2 hour final episode did not do justice to this investment. How can you possibly seek to wrap up the complicated lives and storylines of 4 extreme characters in 30 meagre minutes (less, when you consider pesky ad breaks)?!
My father has never watched an episode of the show in his life (that's his story anyway), but even he was astute enough to conclude that last night's show was 4 snapshots of schmaltz. But do I really care? Was that what I was secretly hoping for all along? Or could the show have ended with the girls coming over to Paris (not Mr Big), and taking Carrie out for one last dinner/coffee shop excursion as an appropriate "au revoir"? I know that's what she desperately needed. When Carrie rambled to Petrovsky about needing real, cant-do-without-it love, did she know that she could get that from her friends back in NY too? And on that point, where was Stanford Blach for the final hurrah? I love Anthony of course, but Stanny would have given Carrie the emotional lift she needed too.
ARGH so many un-answered questions. But I have resolved to purchase Season 6 on DVD when it comes out, and set myself up on the sofa to watch the whole show from start to finish before I head overseas. That is my New Year's Resolution, and I am actually committed to keeping this one.
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