A Nice Hard Slap – They EXTENDED Sex and the City?

There was one thing the world did not need in regards to Sex and the City: The Movie. MORE.

The movie in its theatrical form was about thirty minutes too long, and not in a Lord of the Rings
‘this is an epic tale so bear with us’ sort of way but a ‘holy fuck we
have no idea what we’re doing but let’s uncork another ten useless
scenes on this bitch’ way.


I liked the show and still the movie made me want to hurl myself onto a sharpened sybian like a shamed samurai.

Estrogen is the mindkiller.

extra minutes have been forcibly entered into the mess of a movie,
creating a juggernaut of mediocrity that is 157 minutes verylong. This
is a testimony as to how far the DVD special features wagon has come
off the rails. MORE isn’t better, unless the MORE is justified.

A shorter version of Sex and the City would have helped make the film tighter and more successful creatively.

we get more, and I swear… if there’s a new scene where ladies see
each other and squeal with joy I’m going to choke something small and

Nick Nunziata would settle for Abstinence in the Suburbs at this point.

I go, here’s the latest thing I’m adding to the blog. Each day I blog I’ll
have a song, a piece of artwork, a photo, a Mary Worth, or something to
further justify your click and to give the trolls a little more ammo. Today, a finished Art Jam… The Laboratory Store Room:

Art by Andrea Rothe & Nick Nunziata.