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No way would Kass's card work for Mr. SJP (not that he'd try!).
I was so excited to see Sex and the City the other night, I arrived at the press screening nerdily early. I would have been happy to see it by myself — but I did bring my fiance, as a sort of test of OUR LOVE. He passed with flying colors (i.e. only mild disgruntlement when he realized that the movie was not a half hour, but five times that). If only he had known that there does exist in cyberspace such thing as a Get Out of Watching the Sex and the City Movie Card. Dreamed up by the ever-vinegary John Kass, it should do the trick. BUT. Guess what gents, if you ever want me to see your precious Big Lebowski or Star Wars part FOUR HUNDRED, you might want to just suck it up and tell me I'm a Carrie. Humph.