Since Sex and the City The Movie came out in the theaters nearly 5 months ago, I feel a safe amount of time has passed that I can now talk about it without heralding the typical “WARNING: IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THIS MOVIE, STOP READING NOW.   I WILL MOST LIKELY RUIN IT FOR YOU BY REVEALING THAT CARRIE NOW HAS 2 CHILDREN, SAMANTHA ENTERED A CONVENT AND MIRANDA IS NOW A LESBIAN.”   (ok, so only that last one is even remotely true).

This weekend I sat down with a couple of girlfriends to re-watch this epic TV show-turned movie-masterpiece for the first time since it came out in the theaters.  I’ll admit, the waterworks still flowed from that tragic moment when Carrie’s fluffy white world came crashing down on her.  But like many films, I was much more critical the second time around.   The”fairy tale ending” no longer left me enamored but rather infuriated!

Let’s back up so everyone’s on board.   In the summer of 2008, our heroine Carrie Bradshaw has become New York’s couture modern Bride….. a 40-year old Bride to be exact.   Now I personally was never a big fan of BIG but I was thrilled to see him finally suck it up and allow Carrie’s hopes and dreams to unfold… that is, until he failed to show up on their wedding day.  True, the wedding plans may have gotten “bigger than Big,” especially after we were constantly reminded that this was his 3rd marriage;  but it was Carrie’s first marriage and after 10 years of dealing with the guy, she deserved an event with all the glamour and panache NYC has to offer.

It didn’t take a movie to reveal that Big is a self-centered, childish b#*@ard, but the film did expose what a weak and vulnerable character Carrie is after all.  If she had learned anything in her years of writing it’s that relationships are a compromise.  Making up and exchanging vows at the courthouse was not a compromise.   It was what Big wanted and I felt genuinely disappointed that this woman, this strong, independent  girl we have watched and revered throughout the years simply… gave in.

Maybe I just speak from a biased point of view where planning a dream wedding is half the fun of getting married and no one (not even Mr. Right) should stand in your way.  Despite my chagrin, perhaps Carrie is the wiser one by looking beyond the frill and fuss and discovering the most poignant truth of her career… and her life -  “It wasn’t logic, it was love.”