
“I don’t have a minute - tonight is ‘Sex and the City’!”
That’s what a rabid “SATC” fan told me told me last night when I attempted to get a quote from her (joke’s on her - I did get one! Just not her name, or any of that supposedly important information).
The “Sex and the City” movie is “Star Wars” for girls, and the crowd at last night’s midnight showing - make that showings, four of the sixteen screens at Harkins Tempe Marketplace come 12:01 a.m. were dedicated to the film version of the HBO comedy - proved it. I’m used to seeing a variety of geeks, nerds and dorks lining up to see a movie at midnight; risking not sleeping until 3 a.m. on a work or school night just to be among the first folks in the nation to see “Spider-Man” or “Lord of the Rings.” I’ve done it - many times! But seeing a variety of women in their late ’20s to late ’30s doing it is something else entirely.
While scoping out the crowd, I spot no more than four men at a given time, outnumbered roughly 5-to-1. All, as one would stereotypically yet accurately predict, seemingly dragged there by significant others. Finally, I find some people willing to talk to me about why seeing “Sex and the City” so early in its release and so late at night is so important.
“I’m so excited,” yelped Carson Chappins, of Scottsdale. At 17, she’s definitely at the young end of the spectrum, but the fact that she was in elementary school when the show debuted in 1998 didn’t damper her enthusiasm one bit. “I have work tomorrow night, so I wouldn’t be able to see it until then.”
Her friend, Claire Bashaw, also 17, of Phoenix, was similarly excited. Well, the word she used was ’stoked.”
“It’s fun to stay out later,” said Bashaw. “I heard Aidan might return,” she said, as I pretend to know what that means - I guess it’s like the after the credits cameo in “Iron Man.”
Not only did these two fans not have work in the morning to worry about, they also had both gone to midnight “Harry Potter” screenings in the past.
In a way, the vibe was similar to a “Harry Potter” screening - people were dressed up, but instead of Hogwart’s Academy robes, many attendees were proudly wearing high heels and short dresses, clearly trying to emulate their four favorite females. I overhear someone saying their purse is a “tribute to Samantha.”
Even the snack bar is full. Is popcorn truly the proper sustenance for “Sex and the City,” or are nachos a more suitable accompaniment to Manhattan haute couture?
Despite being blown off earlier, I spot a group of nattily dressed yet outwardly friendly women about to enter. Surely they’ll be able to take a few minutes to talk to me about how excited they are for puns and raunchy sex talk.
“We gotta get seats - sorry!”