The Sex and the City Movie Should Have Featured More of Us, Right?
Now that everyone and their pilattes instructor has seen the Sex and the City movie, can we talk about how there should maybe have been some cooler downtowny (or even uptowny) types in cameos, like the show used to have? Oh, well, at least I did spot riotous rock chick Bridget Everett—who turned my book party upside down—in the montage of people interviewing to be Carrie's assistant. (Alas, she didn't get the job. Jennifer Hudson did and was required to be hopelessly googoo-eyed and corny.) And there was Seventh Avenue biggie Fern Mallis sitting in the front row at the gratuitous yet somehow absolutely necessary fashion show. And someone else spotted shopping demon Plum Sykes in that scene too. And that guy with three names from Vogue was fussing around with shmattes in the wedding shoot montage. And Egyptian performer Sultana told me that he had shot an extra role—out of drag—though I didn't see him any more than I saw anyone IN drag (except for Kim Cattrall). [Update: Sultana was in the fashion show scene too. That was clearly where they decided to pack in all the glamorous guest stars rather than make them bathroom attendants in Mexico, dealing with Charlotte's diarrhea.] But where was, oh, I don't know....ME?????
Separate question: When Cattrall put raw fish all over her nude body, did anyone find it mildly redundant? Oh, hush! That's just sick! What's wrong with you people?
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