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Gal pals and gay idols Miranda (Cynthia Nixon, left), Charlotte (Kristin Davis), Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) and Samantha (Kim Cattrall) get ready for the wedding of the century. (Photo by Craig Blankenhorn/New Line Cinema)
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By: GREG MARZULLO COMMENTS
 
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Nixon) is being her usual, anal-retentive, tiresome self and spends much of the film in separation proceedings from her husband, Steve (a wonderful David Eigenberg), after he remorsefully confesses to having a one-night fling. (Mind you, this is after Miranda says “can’t we get this over with” during the first time the couple has had sex in six months.)
Chris Noth and trong>Sarah Jessica Parker are the couple ‘Sex and the City’ fans rooted for during the series. (Photo by Craig Blankenhorn/New Line Cinema) |
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Despite my own intense dislike of the character, in the film Miranda serves a vital purpose among the four friends — she provides much needed texture. Unlike the perky Charlotte (Kristin Davis), the sexed-up Samantha (Kim Cattrall), and the narcissistic Carrie, Miranda actually seems like an ambassador from the regular world — a working mom who lives in Brooklyn. Her storyline and character foil help to anchor the film to a necessary sense of reality. (Plus, Nixon manages to pull off her drama without becoming entirely hated.)
FOR THE OTHER LADIES, Charlotte is cruising along in her life as an adoptive mother, a happy wife and a support to her friends. It’s only much later in the film (spoiler alert — skip to the next paragraph) that we start to get some real meat from her character — notably when she rails at Big for dumping Carrie at the altar and when Charlotte gets pregnant and gives birth to a baby girl. Davis maintains all her uptight charm while bringing real warmth to the character’s blossoming motherhood and her righteous betrayal and anger over Big’s behavior.
Perhaps most beloved by gay men (or at least this one) is Samantha, the unrepentant slut who knows who she is and rejoices in it. She’s out in L.A. living with the unbelievably hot Jerry Jerrod (Jason Lewis), but as the film goes on, she discovers she’s neither an L.A. girl nor someone interested in a relationship that isn’t between equals.
Cattrall again delivers on the dirty quips and delightful outbursts (“Hey, dickwad, I’m speaking,” she shouts after being repeatedly interrupted by a macho jerk during her speech at the rehearsal dinner), but it’s her one moment of nursing Carrie back to happiness when Cattrall manages to show us why Samantha’s so adored by her friends — with one wink, she reminds her depressed gal pal that everything will come out in the end
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