As I walked to the low-key Metropolitian Ave for the Friday night premiere of my new movie Sex And The City, I was filled not with anticipation, but dread. Cinemart and the four of us? Talk about slumming.
But as I saunted in my Manolo's past the funeral home and American Legion, I saw something strange. A line of girls - some very dressed up - for the show, just like Manhattan. Where were all the Archie Bunkers I heard about? Later at Cinema Cafe, it was packed with people talking about the show, gay and straight. Where was I, South Forest Hills or the West Village?
So dear computer, I wondered, is Metropolitan ready for a Cosmopolitan?