A Review: 'Marriage In the City'

I know this is really cliche and girly of me, but I saw "Sex in the City" with my girlfriends last night, and I have to vent.
(WARNING: If you're a woman and you haven't seen this movie, please go watch it and then read my and any other writer's review. I don't want to spoil anything for you. p.s. The only man you should take with you is a gay guy pal.)
I've been watching that show for years, and fans have been waiting for a movie for a long time. The outfits were glamorous, the drama was delicious and the jokes were fantastic- but I was still disappointed. I was disappointed that American women's favorite 30-year-olds turned 50-year-olds grew up.
Every time one of the characters got back together with a guy, I seriously yelled "Boooo!" and I stuck my thumb down. My friends laughed, but I was angry, filled with resentment.
What is the nerve of the show's producers or writers (or whoever I'm sure got engaged or piss-drunk and wrote then the script) to ruin the entire point of the show? The movie was so backwards, it was like the feeling I get when I watch those "We've got to do something about global climate change now" comme rcials where Nancy Pelosi is sitting with Newt Gingrich. I could really throw up, that makes me so uncomfortable.
But I almost wanted to write Sarah Jessica Parker (she had her name listed as one of the producers) and tell her I wanted my money back, but then I realized I saw the movie for free because I have hook-ups. But still ... what the f? How does everyone end up happily married except Samantha? (who instead ends happily single).
I went to see that movie to feel empowered. To be proud to be single. To know that women can play dirty, just like the men. To get the craving to buy ridiculously expensive shoes or dresses instead of buying basketball tickets to impress a boyfriend. Honestly.
The show creates this addictive aroma for women to play by our own rules. And perhaps that's what the writers did- they made their own rules and therefore were able to change them as they pleased. I just wish it wasn't in such a way that made me want to get engaged, buy a diamond-encrusted flower ring and then adopt a baby girl from China.
That's pathetic.
I think I'm going to buy a $50 purse (that's expensive to me because I'm not a shoppaholic capitalist), name it a man's name and then go rent the "Sex in the City" seasons to recuperate after the damage that movie brought me.
So if you have a lover and you want to be immersed in other's joys and sorrows of love gained and lost, then it's the perfect movie. But if you're a bitter single gal who hopes she can still have as much fun with a dress and a cosmo at 40 as she did when she was 21, then you're better off re-watching the show with your girlfriends. The movie actually makes me realize that maybe I should consider moving to New York to find love.