I’m not sure which is more disturbing, the fact that another SATC movie exists and that they spent over $3M on the wardrobe or the overwhelming number of slightly intoxicated and tarted up women with flowers in their hair at the screening I was fortunate enough to attend. Wait, all that's pretty damn scary. But, something is happening to me as I try to dissect the abomination that is SATC 2…I feel odd, like I’m not myself…I feel a little Carrie coming on. Oh, god, is that a voice over I hear?
Later that day I got to thinking about movies. What if Elsa had stayed with Rick? What if John McClane was wearing shoes as he single-handedly defended his wife’s office building from those mean terrorists? And what if movies targeted to women, like SATC 2, were actually good ones?