NO MORE 'SEX,' EVER AGAIN: My last word on "Sex and the City": Yes, it was at times cringe-inducing, especially with the dumb puns (SNL's parody last week was right on, for once) and for the past five years it's been impossible to walk down any street in Manhattan without hearing some woman screeching into her cell phone about Carrie and her shoes. But for some reason, HBO-on-Sunday habit perhaps, I've ended up watching it most weeks regardless.
So a few thoughts on the finale: I could've made six relatively easy predictions before the episode (Carrie finds her necklace, ends up with Big, and leaves Paris; we find out Big's name, Charlotte gets a baby, Samantha doesn't die) and been exactly right. All were the right decision for the writers to make, but really, was any one of those really a surprise? Next thing you'll tell me "Friends" will end with Ross and Rachel getting together!
Also, since Miranda's character arc wrapped up weeks ago, the writers had to come up with a lame plot for her at the end that distracted from everything else in the episode. And the slap, and subsequent "chase scene"? Please... but the ending was satisfying, and I guess that's what counts. A "Sex and the City" movie? I bet we'll see a "Simpsons" movie first, and I'm still holding out hope for an "X-Files 2."
Befitting my schizophrenic relationship with "Sex and the City," I'll follow this lengthy post by never speaking of the show on this blog again.
MEANWHILE: The rest of the HBO calendar, as made clear by commercials everyone saw tonight:
March 7: "Sopranos" fifth season premiere; I plan to blog after every single episode without apology, I hope you don't mind.
April 17: Chris Rock special.
June: "Six Feet Under" fourth season premiere.