Here's how I wanted to start this: Next to me my wife was quivering, waves of excitement and anticipation washing over her. Blah, blah, like that. A bodice-ripper novel with Fabio on the cover.The problem is we went to the heavily-anticipated preview of the "Sex and the City" movie last night and halfway in she wasn't thrilled or shivering with delight. She hated it. And she's a signed-up cult member of the TV series.Personally, I've never watched more than half an episode, and even that under threat of force. I don't have a clue about the rich "Sex and the City" anthropology, not the shoe makers, not the characters. All I know is that one of them looks like an Afghan and another is a cougar, so I'm thinking there's an animal subtext for sure.But I did get the impression from everything I've read and every woman I know who's been hooked on the TV version that the four characters in the series are glamorous, funny, witty and, in many ways that other women seemed to appreciate, powerful. Certainly several of them rolled over a legion of boyfriends on their high-heeled way to impressive jobs or expensive boutiques. And it all happened in serial fashion, each week a continuing adventure in urban jungle singlehood.
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Causes Phil Bronstein Supports
Good Ones; anything involving the possibility of redemption.