The Sex and the City sequel started taping this week and the spoilers are coming faster than Jason Biggs in American Pie. Miranda opens a pizza joint, festively plump Harry continues to worship shishka Charlotte and give her everything she wants, Samantha sucks a mile's worth of dick, and Carrie's vintage eggs somehow get fertilized by Big's cigar/scotch infused sperm. Probably the biggest surprise is robber-baron Big takes it on the chin for all the industrialists the audience can't get their hands on ( like Madhoff and Trump and Andrew Carnegie or something) and loses some of his chauffeur money and moves to a one bedroom. I'm guessing the rest of the planet has been nuked and irradiated in the Sex and the City universe since moving off the island is the chief dooms-day event. The Sex sequel even sports a meet-cute 80's flashback...when the girls were...younger. Sneaky has seen Patricia Fields' costume collection and it's great and all but it doesnt include a time machine to make Kim Catrall look 20-something or SJP look like she did when she was 18 and filmed Footloose. Does Manolo Blahnik make a magic wand?
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