Fug in the City

I am secretly looking forward to the Sex and the City movie, although that might be an embarrassing fact to admit -- but what do I know? I'm the girl who turned on her TiVo this Sunday expecting to find out what kind of leggings-and-Victorian-nightgown-getup Jennifer Love Hewitt modeled on the season premiere of Ghost Whisperer and uttered a squeak of annoyed disappointment when she found out it didn't start until NEXT week. I am also the girl who then wandered into the kitchen, tripped over the Scooba and decided that as she was starting the week with a stubbed toe AND a distinct lack of frilly, yet serious, bedjackets, to make her coffee a bit Irish. So I'm admitting it freely and maybe slightly drunkly: I am totally going to see this Sex and the City movie. Maybe not in the theatres, but definitely when it hits HBO. And Pat Field-fueled outfits like this are part of the reason why:

[Photo: infdaily.com]

It's like Pat Field decided to take all of the iconic SatC looks and blow them up, extra-large, and then shove them up our noses. This, obviously, is the Iconic Carrie Bradshaw Giant Flower Pin...AND IT'S ABOUT TO EAT HER HEAD. In other scenes, I hope she sports a gold necklace with a gold "Carrie" charm the size of a small European import, and that she wears her bra on the outside of every single one of her shirts, finally just forgetting the shirts altogether in favor of some Sue Ellen Mishke action. I presume there will also be a scene in which she wears hotpants to church. Likewise, I presume at some point Charlotte will take her primness to an extreme, wearing something Amish-inspired; Kim Cattrall will film the entire final third of the movie in the nude; and Miranda will be forced int0 a storyline which involves abject humiliation such as (a) digging through trash, (b) eating an entire cake while watching infomercials, alone, with dirty hair (I try to only eat HALF the cake, myself) (c) gorging on pastry with a a face mask on while riding in the back of a garbage truck. I kind of can't wait. If only there were a role in it for J Lo. Hew and her bedjackets.