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I am so sick of the Sex and the City movie, and it’s not even coming out until May.

To be honest, I was sick of it months ago, when they were still filming, because every single day it seemed like at least three separate blogs were carrying the same half dozen new pictures from the filming of the movie, usually of Sarah Jessica Parker in some incredibly crazy outfit. Now they’ve moved on to promo pictures and gossip about who’s wearing what to the premiere, and I could honestly care less. In fact, I might have to weed out some of my blogs until about a week after the premiere, just for my own personal sanity.

Okay, so we all know I’m too lazy to do that, but nevertheless: the thought is there.

Part of it is I was never a huge fan of the series in the first place. It’s heyday was when I was in college, with basic cable. I spent most of my college years in a really geeky dorm (because I, unsurprisingly, was a geek) and the dorm tv was usually either hooked up to the PlayStation or tuned into Cartoon Network. The most mainstream show we watched was The Practice. And frankly, even if I had HBO back them, SATC probably wouldn’t have appealed. I’ve only gotten interested in style relatively recently; in college my reaction would have probably been more along the lines of “she spent HOW MUCH on those shoes?”

Still, I think I probably would have gone to see the movie if it hadn’t been hyped within an inch of its life. It’s kind of a reverse corallation with me; the more a movie or book is talked up and hyped, the less and less I want to see it or read it. The premier case in point is the last Harry Potter book. I haven’t read it. I don’t want to read it, because I’m so sick of all things Harry Potter. It’s the same with SATC. I’ve been overexposed, and now I want nothing more than for it to just go away.

Too bad that’s not going to happen until, like, June. At least.

I miss Chuck too.

I could write an entire post on why Chuck is awesome – there are many, many reasons – but Sepinwall distills it so nicely right here:

The producers aren’t embarrassed to have Sarah do fight scenes while wearing the skimpy German peasant girl uniform from her cover job at a hot dog stand (pictured above), or, for equal opportunity flesh-peddling, to have Casey fight terrorists in his underwear or to have Captain Awesome shirtless whenever remotely plausible. There aren’t labyrinthine conspiracy stories that will never get resolved, no major angst beyond Chuck’s general queasiness at being sucked into this dangerous world and having to lie to his friends and loved ones about it, nor any of the other pretentious, convoluted qualities that often choke the life out of fun genre shows like this.

In other words, it’s not trying to be either Lost or Heroes, two shows that are conspiracy-laden and stumble into suckitude more often than not because of it.   Chuck is Chuck – a comic spy show that doesn’t try to turn itself into Alias Part Two, or a weekly James Bond movie, but plays to its strengths: Chuck Bartowski, the kind of geeky everyman at the center of the show, and the funny.

And Captain Awesome shirtless doesn’t hurt either.