Movie Review: <i>Sex and the City: The Movie</i>

And just like that, Sex and the City has seduced us once again. The long-awaited, shrouded-in-secrecy film adaptation of the wildly popular television series may not be an epic masterpiece, but it does satisfy our seemingly endless cravings for all things Carrie and crew.

The film opens with brief recaps of each of the four main characters and what they've been up to since the series finale four years ago: Charlotte (Kristin Davis) is living in Park Avenue bliss with her devoted husband Harry and their four-year-old adopted daughter Lily; Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) works on her fourth book, about finding love (which she has, with the notorious Mr. Big); Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) has succumbed to the role of suburban wife and mother-slash-law firm partner and doesn't seem to be filling either role successfully; and Samantha (Kim Cattrall) has moved to LA to manage the career of her boytoy-cum-boyfriend Smith Jerrod. The only new face in the film is Carrie's doe-eyed young assistant Louise, played by dream girl Jennifer Hudson, who serves as both beacon of idealism and demographic outreach to bring in non-white women.

For fear of accidentally giving away spoilers we won't go into much more detail about the plot of Sex and the City: The Movie—but we will say this: fidelity is challenged, faith in love is tested, and not all of the girls wind up with a partner at the end. Anyway, plot is hardly the point here. The essence of this film is the central love story (between the four women) and their razor-sharp dialogue (complete with Samantha's blunt witticisms and Carrie's infamous puns), and on those counts, SATC delivers in spades.

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