This Is Not A Movie.

Everytime a tv series you love (and you know, I'm an addicted...) comes to an end it's a bittersweet pain. The end of an era. It's not a movie, not a "one night stand", a 2 hours flirt, this is true love! It's all about time, here.
A movie could have a sequel, a series has nothing more than a farewell. You watch your beloved characters, their lives season after season knowing they (and you too...) will NEED a conclusion one day but at the same time you try to forget it. And when the end comes, it must be perfect. When a series becomes a myth you need a perfect goodbye to make it real forever.

Like millions of girls around the world, I hearted Sex & The City. We all need a fairytale sometimes and SATC was, and still is, a perfect one for me.
They shot three different, alternative endings (here, here and here), and then they chosen the love. Even if I can be cynical sometimes and not always I believe in happy endings, I was pleased of it.

Now, maybe I'm the only one, I'm not excited at all about the movie. I'm scared. And everytime a new trailer is released (I tried not to watch the new, full-lenght one, but I can't...) I feel strange, a bit depressed in a certain way, even if I don't know exactly why. I don't have any kind of expectations, I'll probably like the outfits (huge budget + 2 hours length = infinite possibilities...), maybe the "new Cinderella" story too - who knows it? - but the point is this movie is a sort of betrayal for me.
After four years of abstinence, I'm not sure I need a 2 hours flirt. I'm not sure I need to make the myth real. Not again at least...