Unbelievable as it sounds, this New York native has only watched half an episode of  “Sex and the City” on TV—and then only because I was confined to a hospital bed and my sister made me (“You’ll absolutely love it,” she swore). I was under-whelmed, but it coulda been the heavy drugs I was on at the time.  So, it was beyond a little weird that not only did I see the movie before the series’ Number One Biggest Fan With My DNA, I actually happened to catch a showing on the very first Saturday afternoon it opened.

The verdict? Entertaining, enjoyable, and maybe I should rent some of those past seasons. A special shout out here to my viewing companion, my gal pal Andrea, a seasoned SATC fan, who patiently whispered me up to speed on the back stories of each of the four leads (never mind that we both called Miranda “Amanda” for the first 38 minutes).

Most surprising to me was how poignant I found it (yes, dear reader, I cried). The part of the movie that made the strongest impression on this (practically) SATC virgin? How moving the four women’s friendship was, and how very much they cared about and were there for each other—whether trudging through a snowstorm to keep one from wallowing alone on New Year’s Eve to nursing another—hand-feeding and all—through one of the most affecting depictions of depression I’ve seen on screen. Watching it really made me appreciate The Power of the Gal Pals.

PS: So, have you seen it? What’d you think?