Urban-Girly Phenomenon

"Do you have the tickets?" "Do you have the tickets?" "Do you have the tickets?" Every single sweetheart in the Big Apple was out with their fabulous foursome tonight standing in line at AMC theaters for the proverbial schmaltzy showing of SATC, the world premiere.

And because the rest of the Big Apple was watching Mr. Big tonight I decided to as well. No sooner did I have a couple hours of free time I scored the last ticket to a showing at the AMC in Battery Park City. But, shame on me, I forgot my tissues!

Boo-hoo went the evening. Tears of joy, pain, confusion, relief and happiness all wrapped up in 2.5 hours of outrageous slapstick situations, sexy soap-opera drama and bittersweet dialogue. A blathering, sobbing, pathetically salty mop head, that's what cheesy love on the big screen turns me into. And though I was alone, I was with 500 like-minded gals and 4 gay guys doing exactly the same thing.

Say what you will about Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda but their expectations, anticipations and situations are terrifyingly real. Negotiating relationships, work and friendships are no easy tasks for successful urban women and their plights directly hit a nerve with everyone in the theater. There was a standing ovation and mighty roar of applause when the credits rolled.

The movie ties up a lot of narrative loose ends and satisfies fans and non-fans alike. Never mind the designer brand labels, the tragic yet mature material couldn't be wittier and better executed. And despite the nudity it's too bad that so few straight men want to see it. Then again that leaves more seats for funny, independent, complicated, sexual, cynical and happy singles everywhere to wish for a fairy tale ending of their own. Just don't forget the tissues.