Kim, Kim, Kim.
I just heard you won't do the Sex And The City movie because you don't like the contract they are offering you...yet everyone else is happy, and they're ready to sign on.
Your priorities are worse than any of those pathetic women featured on Lifetime Television movies.
Your refusal to do a Sex And The City movie--because you wanted "director approval" (what the hell do you care about who the director is?) and the same amount of money as Sarah Jessica Parker, THE LEAD CHARACTER AND NARRATOR OF THE SHOW--absolutely breaks my heart. You think you're tough, and you can play hardball? You've seen NOTHING until you've got legions of embittered Sex fans waiting to rip you to shreds.
You have some nerve, missy, sacrificing this movie because you think you're fancy enough to get away with the diva act. Let's keep in mind your last major project was in the film Mannequin. While that was a brilliant specimen of 80's movie magic, I'm afraid the main thing people remember about it would not be YOU, but instead those weird sunglasses Meshach Taylor wore (and yes I still have a pair) and the funny screeching screaming noises he made. He was hilarious. You...not so much. Although I shouldn't ignore your other work: there was your role in Porky's, of the girl who squealed while having sex. And of course, there was your supporting role in the Brittney Spears movie, where you played her mother. Who could forget that one? Oh, actually, I did--until I looked up your past work on the internet.
America needs this Sex And The City movie. I take that back--who cares what America needs? I need this movie. The only reason I didn't throw myself out a window after the final Sex episode was because I grasped on to the lifeline of a promise that the movie was on its way. If you are under the impression that your fans are excited to see you in other projects, and the Sex movie doesn't need to be made...well, you are sadly deluded. You screw this up, and I will take it upon myself to mount the "Sink Kim Cattrall's Career" campaign, so help me God.
So strap on your pearl thong, practice mugging for the camera like you always do, and get to work. Learn to be grateful for what you're given.
I think you're fabulous. Hugs.