Just when you thought the drama surrounding the Sex and the City sequel had cooled to room temp, here comes Stanford Blatch with a fresh pot of steaming hot tea.
Before we get to the piping hot carafe of Earl Grey, let’s recap. Last week, the Daily Mail published a story chock-a-block full of unnamed sources accusing Kim Cattrall of stopping production on what would’ve been a disastrous third film in a franchise that really only needed one because of her contractual demands. Sarah Jessica Parker confirmed this news during a red carpet interview at the New York City Ballet Gala, dashing at any hopes of seeing your favorite girlfriends drink Cosmos at Buddakan on the silver screen.
“It’s over… we’re not doing it.
I’m disappointed. We had this beautiful, funny, heartbreaking, joyful, very relatable script and story. It’s not just disappointing that we don’t get to tell the story and have that experience, but more so for that audience that has been so vocal in wanting another movie.”
On Tuesday, Cattrall sat down with the trolls’ chosen leader Piers Morgan, denied that she was acting like a “diva,” and detailed multiple requests from producers for her participation in the third sequel, which, as mentioned, is finally dead in the water. She also called Sarah Jessica Parker out by name, saying “This is really where I take to task the people from Sex and the City and specifically Sarah Jessica Parker in that I think she could have been nicer. I really think she could have been nicer. I don’t know what her issue is, I never have.”
When SJP’s name left Cattrall’s lips on that soundstage across the pond, Carrie Bradshaw’s personal bodyguard Stanford Blanch—aka Willie Garson—activated.
He then spent time answering the questions of some that chose to respond to this tweet, most of whom were suggesting that the movie press on without the wild sexual stylings of Samantha Jones. “Nope, all or none, ALL are integral and have always been treated as such,” he wrote.
Now that Stanford’s joined the party, who could be next? Smith Jared? Mario? Charlotte and Henry’s Chinese baby? That younger dude who lives with his parents that Carrie smoked pot and ate fried chicken with? Trey? Bunny? The gardener Charlotte has sex with at Bunny’s country house because Trey only gets it up for women with big jugs? Aiden? Aiden’s wife that isn’t Carrie? Big? Natasha?
The possibilities are endless. Let the games begin.