If the boys can swoon over the return of Indiana Jones to the multiplex, then certainly the girls deserve equal sentimental time. The new "Sex and the City" movie more than fills that bill.

Bring back Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte, New York at its loveliest, "Mr. Big" and Manolo Blahnik, Prada and Vuitton, fashionable eateries, fashionable fashions and fashionistas.

Bring back romance. Well, maybe not so much of that.

And really, who cares if Indy and Iron Man save the world in under two hours and this already (somewhat) tidied up TV series can't be re-tidied in under 2:25? "SATC" is all about the leisure time, "ladies who lunch" and, of course, discretionary income.

The hit HBO series about four successful thirtysomethings making it in the big city and "making it" in the big city, looking for love and that perfect purse, perfectly absurd hat and some Jimmy Choos to go with it, becomes a movie that has all of the virtues and the flaws of the show, blown up for the big screen.

They're still women who go after what they want, whenever they decide what they want. They're older, but they age with style. They put their friends first. They lust. They share everything, "no secrets." And they don't mind blowing bucks on the bling.