The sad thing is, I'm totally going to go see KY Jelly Sex in the City, but only because it's really entertaining to watch all the bitches in the audience stroll into the theater dressed up like "Carrie, Samantha, etc..." and ripping their panties off when the theme song starts. It's like Twilight for the Anistons of the world.
Seriously, the theaters should take advantage of that **** and set up folding chairs at the front of the