Sex and the City

Every time I try to get out, they pull me back in... wait, wrong show. But it applies. Yes I'm righteously addicted to the original programming on HBO. Because we have a choice. Instead of the usual big brother-esque, lowest common denominator, IQ dropping, assaulting drek of the networks, we have HBO. Yes you have to pay for it but that's a small price to pay for freedom. Freedom from commercials, freedom from censorship, and freedom of choice. The pendulum is swinging and I'm strapped in for the ride. HBO is a backlash from the puritanical propaganda that has come to be known as network television. Don't believe me? Feast your eyes on this.

Strangely enough, I have paradoxical love for "Sex & The City." When I'm watching the "Sopranos" I could give a rat's ass about any other show. Likewise for "Oz." The same is true for "Sex & The City" except that I go in at the start of every season (this being the fourth) expecting to be disappointed. "Oh this is such crap," I bark. It's limitless fundage to buy haute couture, loft apartments, endless drinks and dinners, cosmetic surgery and $400 shoes. Perfect bodies, perfect skin and most of all, an endless stream of gorgeous (albeit dysfunctional, but who isn't) men. My sister lives in NYC and I guess you could call her lifestyle "Sex & The City Lite." So why do I watch this show and why am I doing a section all about it here in Filmfodder?! Because each season I go through the same process. By the time I get to the plot's backbone, "The Question," I realize that it's what keeps me coming back for more. I'm a woman in my 30s and except for the extravagant lifestyle, the show is one of the FEW things in the United States of Entertainment that speaks directly to me. If the show were not built around the sacred questions, it would be nothing but fluff. And I can't live on fluff.

Relating to the characters is always fascinating. Maybe we can identify with one of them more than the other, but we are all of them and vice versa. Combining them would make the perfect person. It reminds me of the original "Star Trek" format; how everyone on the bridge made up the perfect brain. Charlotte is our innocence, Miranda our strength, Samantha our freedom, and Carrie is our creativity. We need them all to live a self-fulfilling life. These aren't the girls' only qualities, just their primary states. Some of the show's more poignant and heartfelt moments are based on when they go through each other's primary experience. Miranda trusts, Samantha loves, Charlotte gets laid, etc.

Speaking of getting laid, I had no idea there were so many BRAVE actors out there. It's real nice to see them flashing all the flesh for a change. I've been known to start jumping up and down screaming, "Our turn! Our turn!" from watching this show and "Oz." Although I fear that before you know it, they'll be the ones with the "no-simulated-sex" clauses in their contracts. Sigh.

Digressions aside, here's how my episode reviews work. Any and all extraordinary character quotes will be stored each week in Uber Quotes. Any poor slob that gets nailed with a fly-paper-like nickname can be found in A.K.A. Bank and finally, the level of Bigness in each episode will be marked with a logo at the top of each review and can be deciphered in The Big Factor.

So let's sink our teeth into the fanTABulous season four. Visit the Episode Guide for all our "Sex & The City" reviews and drop by the Forum to spout about the show.