Paper Monitor
12:49 UK time, Tuesday, 25 May 2010
A service highlighting the riches of the daily press.
When, exactly, can you be certain that a ? The precise point at which a once successful endeavour plunges into an irreversible spiral of silliness?
One sure sign is when characters are taken out of their usual environment, reckons the Daily Mail, by turning the foursome into "man-obsessed morons" (well, really it's the Guardian doing the lamenting, ).
For those who typically zone out all SATC-based sightings, this is because the new film - out in time to keep the little ladies busy while their menfolk disappear into a World Cup-induced haze - involves Carrie, Samantha et al wearing unflattering maxi dresses, leggings and jumpsuits in Abu Dhabi. Is this product placement on a grand scale by the Abu Dhabi Tourist Board?
"The term 'jump the shark' was even coined about the series-destroying episode of Happy Days in which the characters go on holiday and Fonzie water-skis over a shark. This rule was repeatedly proven in the TV series of Sex and the City as the weakest episodes always involved the women leaving New York (two forays to California, one to Atlantic City) and it is roundly proven here because the film-makers' knowledge of the Middle East begins and ends with Lawrence of Arabia, whereas part of the fun of the show was the in-the-know details about Manhattan."
Meanwhile, Jan Moir - bete noir of many for her comments about Stephen Gately's death - takes aim at . Paper Monitor suspects the Twitterati will take rather less umbrage at her choice of target this time.
"The trouble with Britain's Got Talent is that it hasn't. Not enough, at any rate. Not after four years of exhaustive auditions around the country. They can't even find three amusing and witty judges to entertain us every week."
But has it jumped the shark yet? And how will we know?
And finally, the Sun gets very excited about . Four! And to whom is she speaking?!?
Oh. It's from a 1996 interview with Eurotrash - remember Eurotrash? - in which she chatted about an international "sex phrase book" with Antoine de Caunes and Jean-Paul Gaultier.
"She then began to translate a phrase far too raunchy for a family newspaper to repeat."
Bless. The Sun isn't usually so coy. As demonstrated by the photo which accompanies the article, of Mrs Sarkozy in a very short dress. More of a belt, really. The photo may date from 1992, but hey, look at her bum!
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But what's that smell? It's either the very ripe wedge of overly mature Camembert a colleague is eating for lunch, or it's the whiff of ancient copy dredged up from mists of time (aka the Nineties).
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