The stately but classy end of HBO’s “Sex and the City” in 2004 left us devoted fans with lingering questions, the most urgent of which had to do with how us poor normal lady folk could look at shoe porn without, you know, becoming That Weird Lady Who Spends Uncomfortably Long Periods of Time in Payless Pretending She’s Not in Payless.
Four long years later came the film AND a ridiculously glamorous revolving door of outfits.
And now we get the promotional poster for “Sex and the City 2,” due out in May 2010. It’s got sequins. It’s got glitter. It’s got white, flowing fabrics. It’s got what I assume must be accessories — shoes included — made from 79.5-karat gold lovingly created to mold every nonexistent curve of Sarah Jessica Parker’s body? There’s “highly stylized,” and then there’s a visual assault so shiny even Liberace would take a step back and say “too glittery.”
Though I’m a die-hard fan — even tossed about the idea of starting my own column called “Dry Spell in the Country” — the poster and movie stills have me worried that Michael Patrick King will take this “Goddesses of Glam” idea a little too far. What made the 2008 film so great was the way it offered a very real, honest look at the ways female friendships (particularly those that last beyond the teen years and the 20s) empower women and strengthen self-esteem. The movie also offered a certain amount of closure, enough to suggest that our time with Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha was over. And that, it seemed, was as it should be.
But there will be another sequel, possibly two, and like most fans of the show I will continue to watch them and (most likely) continue to sing the “Too Much of a Good Thing” blues. In the meantime, though, all we can do is sit back and try not to look directly at the poster. No sense going blind, you know.