Crossing over from premium cable to the big screen would seem to indicate that Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker), Samantha (Kim Cattrall), Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) and Charlotte (Kristen Davis) would have finally laid some of their casual observations about, well, sex and the city to rest and be ready to boldly take audiences to some post-feminist, post-materialistic utopia.
Carrie and Big (Chris Noth) are together but not married, and she’s still as self-absorbed as ever. Samantha has settled in Hollywood with her one (say it ain’t so) man. Miranda has grown angrily complacent in the outer borough hinterlands and Charlotte remains a fairy-tale princess.
Questions arise for each of the women, but what would have made this crossover truly daring and risque would have been to focus more attention on the men in their lives who barely register, even when they share the frame with the ladies. Big and the fellas aren’t even fuzzy afterthoughts; they are props, picked up and discarded at the pleasure and expense of the female leads.
I suppose that was always the point of the series. Women don’t need men to complete them. But by the time the movie ends, we’re left with the sense that they do, and wouldn’t it have been nice to think that maybe these men were truly special enough to inhabit this City with these women?