It took several years for the ladies of Sex And The City to finally figure that whole cell phone thingie out (Carrie’s neon pink contraption in the series finale was one of the cutest/saddest attempts by a TV show to be “cool” we’ve ever seen) and, as these two leaked clips from the movie show, it’s taken them until now to conquer the Booty Text discussion. In the first clip — spoiler-phobes should avoid there eyes starting NOW — Sarah Jessica Parker brags to her assistant, played by Jennifer Hudson, about her texting ignorance before launching into a wink-filled lecture on what exactly your 20s, 30s and 40s are all about. And in the second, SJP brags to her hags about her brand new apartment before launching into a wink-filled lecture on boys ‘n real estate. We haven’t been winked at so many times since...the series finale of Sex And The City.
What is it about London that makes otherwise prim actresses turn into girls gone wild? At last night’s premiere of SATC: The Movie across the pond, sex book author and Police Academy alum Kim Cattrall decided to do away with those pesky accessories we’re all (aside from Britney) forced to wear in public: her shoes. The good news? As Cameron Diaz proved at the premiere of Charlie’s Angels, walking the red carpet barefoot attracts some great press. The bad? Cattrall’s shoe-less night on the town revealed the most frightening pair of tootsies we’ve seen in recent memory, and Kim’s reported late-night behavior was eerily reminiscent of the night Renee Zellweger painted London red last month.
An early warning to SATC fans reading: potential spoilers lay ahead. That said, we have caught wind of one of the most intriguing (some might argue, the only intriguing) rumors regarding what to expect from the Most Important Movie Of The Year. It involves the possibility that one of the main Sex And The City characters, namely Mr. Big, will bite the bullet in the Cosmo-drenched show's big-screen debut. And director Michael Patrick King has been ingeniously coy when it comes to responding to all the death chatter:
Okay, you clever SATC minxes. Your masterfully executed plan to generate press for The Most Important Movie Of The Year Century has officially come full-circle. First, Kristin Davis just happened to appear all over our computer screens being attacked by a massive Segel, then Cynthia Nixon gave a far more ladylike interview breaking the news of her former struggle with breast cancer. But today, in "Me Too!" attempts to pipe in and get their names in the papers, both Sarah Jessica "Sex Is Icky" Parker and Kim Cattrall are gabbing and blabbing about completely irrelevant and ancient stories about marriage and age-old rumors. But hearing about how SJP's marriage sucks and how Kim likes money don't really compare to inspirational disease fighters and nudie photos. Though, it is shamefully fun to hear Parker tell us once again why being married to Matthew Broderick is like riding "rather treacherous train rides":
For what seems like an entire century, ladies and ladyboys have been anxiously awaiting the release of the ultimate "chick flick," Sex And The City: The Movie (have we mentioned how godawful that title is by the way?). In any case, yesterday we had the privilege of seeing the final one-sheet for the film which is set to open next month. And almost immediately, we began griping about it (annoyingly, just the way Carrie Bradshaw whined over her column's bus ad during the first season). After the jump, we discuss all the various problems with this image, from that dress to that font to, well, almost everything, boiled down into three primary points:
Despite all the photos we've seen from the Sex And The City movie set, and all the rumors circling around about plotlines and marriages and dream sequences, fans of the show are still in the dark regarding what lies in store for the four aging heroines. And expressing any interest whatsoever is somewhat embarrassing, since caring about the futures of Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte has become slightly de rigueur as each passing year post-finale makes SATC episodes look more and more ancient and silly. But for those of you who feel no shame in wondering what happens in the big-screen version of the girls' lives (at least in the privacy of your own cubicle or home), the NY Post has provided a few spoilers to satisfy your curiosity. More info after the jump; warning, it's spoiler heavy.
Here we are in the fifth day of the Possible Spitzer Hooker #2 saga, and the tabloid accusations continue to fly back and forth like so many bullets made of sex. Kristin Davis, who everyone agrees ran several high-priced call girl rings, also stands accused by the Post of servicing Eliot Spitzer himself; the Daily News says she has no connection to the Love Guv. The latest developments: Daily News sez madam serviced big sports star; No way, sez Post. Plus: Is the Kristin Davis "Black Book" client list a hoax? The Post says yes, for some reason!
Regarding our earlier post about all the conflicting stories surrounding possible Spitzer hooker #2 Kristin Davis: a reliable source at the Daily News assures us that the paper did not pay for Davis' "Black Book" client list, which someone was shopping around to us yesterday. They also reiterated that in all their digging, the Daily News has not come up with any connection between Spitzer and Davis; the Post's sourcing remains a mystery.
The story of Kristin Davis, who the Post fingered yesterday as not only a high-priced madam, but also another hooker visited by Eliot Spitzer, is actually getting more interesting. Why? Because every new story that comes out makes it less clear if Davis actually has any connection to Spitzer. The Post says she does! The Daily News says she doesn't! And the Times doesn't really say anything! Verrrrrrrrrrryyy interesting. Somebody has screwed up on this story, big time. After the jump, we speculate—plus, we have some insight into the Daily News' big "Madam's Black Book" cover story today.
We never thought we'd see the day when the Governor of New York's illegal sex trysts would give us only a renewed sense of ennui, but: Okay, we get it. The guy liked hookers. If the Post keeps this up, lots of other valuable yellow journalism will fail to make the front page. Click to enlarge the cover shot. And after the jump, Eliot Spitzer hooker #2 Kristin Davis' MySpace picture, JUST TO GET IT OUT OF THE WAY:
Who was that unseen member-haver defiling Charlotte York Goldenblatt in those naughty photos that wound their way round the internets earlier this week? Page Six identifies him as Eric Stapelman, Davis's boyfriend in the early '90s "who is now the executive chef at Trattoria Nostrani in Santa Fe." The penetrative gumshoes over at BestWeekEver.tv did some further snooping, and turned up a picture of Stapelman— a total Harry placeholder if we ever saw one. [NY Post, BWE.tv]
The publicist for Charlotte of Sex and the City, real name Kristin Davis, has denied she's the one pictured in sex photos, once thought to be from a Davis sex tape, that have been circulating online. But TMZ found an angry ex-boyfriend, Eric Stapelman, who supposedly sold the material — photos, no video — to someone from whom it was then stolen. And, in one of the least convincing pieces of evidence for anything ever, Page Six revealed it has "convened a panel of experts who thought the woman in the photos is either Davis or an identical twin - which she doesn't have." The Post gossip page then gives no details about this panel or what it did or anything beyond that sentence, really. Still, maybe anyone still interested in the Davis sex leak saga needs to just have a last look at the photos, trust what his eyes tell him and move on. Until the big Sex and the City movie comes out, and then everyone can talk about it all over again.
The internets were flooded yesterday with screen caps featuring what may or may not be Sex And The City's resident sweetheart/prude giving one very large member a very thorough (and NSFW) blow job using a very long tongue. Naturally, Kristin Davis went into denial mode, claiming the tape was a fake, and even suggesting that the image had been photo-shopped to add in that innocent sparkle in her eyes, the incredibly unique hairline (and hair color), and perfectly manicured eyebrows. After the jump, we provide the photos in question, and make our argument that this is indeed the real Charlotte York-Goldenblatt (some images NSFW), denials or not:
From our army of Sex and the City filmspotters, we learn there's shooting in the West Village today: "They're back! Perry Street is shutting down and being staged for Spring. They're bringing in tree branches, flowers, etc. Short commute for Sarah Jessica Parker today." And: "I was trying to make an appointment on Friday morning in Greenpoint and I got lost and had no idea where I was, until I saw a familiar face: Kristin Davis. She was on a patio, shooting a lunch scene for SATC:The Movie. I didn't see any other actors around though—maybe that's the big twist in the movie: Charlotte dining alone in Brooklyn! GASP! Funny thing was a woman who was driving by asked one of the crew guys what they were shooting and he shot back unconvincingly 'A commercial.' And then shooed her away."
