SADE sang it better than I can tell it. It's never as good as the first time, she said. And, more oftentimes than not, she's right. I've been a fan of Sex And The City since it's inception. I used to love sittin' on the couch in Brooklyn, watching these New York chicks live lives that were tangible. I mean, I could actually see and touch their sorrows and joys. The first film was a hoot for me. There were a couple of really touching moments that brought me back to the theater at least three times to see them again and again. I didn't go to the theater to see part two. And I didn't because nothing about its trailer looked interesting. And, of course, word of mouth wasn't good, either. Last night, my friend, Donald, ordered the movie on cable and I watched. More than a couple of times I wanted to get up and leave. But I didn't. I stayed the course because I believe in these girls. Or...so I used to. The sequel was meaningless. Period. Style over substance. Not one time did I feel anything for the leads except disappointment. How could the bigwigs behind this venture lose their way? How? Honestly, if I wanted to go see an event that featured shoes and clothing over human connection, I'd go to a fashion show. Or to a mall. I suspect there'll never be another Sex And The City film since this one did so poorly at the box office. However, if there is, I hope they go back to making the film about people. Real people. Insecure people. Loving people. Beautiful people with a reason for living other than consuming. That's the movie I want to see. 'Cause that's the television show I fell in love with.