Carrie Gets a Gym Membership in 'Flex and the City'

Jimmy Jellinek started something good.  Back in March, the former editor-in-chief at Maxim and current VP of entertainment at Heavy, found a way to make the alarmingly successful and amusingly vapid faux reality of The Hills a helluva lot more entertaining.

Substitute the late-teen and early-20-something ex-Laguna Beachers with stunted So-Cal vocabularies for geriatrics, who play out the drama in similar locations and repeat the exact same dialogue spoken by children of privilege 1/4th their age. Genius.  

Recasting and reshooting a popular TV show with one kind of archetypal character is a comedic device so good it’s worth repeating. So, Heavy decided to use it on every aspiring female cosmopolitan’s favorite New York City foursome.  Except in this word-for-word rendition of Sex and the City, Carrie, Miranda, Samantha, and Charlotte get gym memberships and Barry Bonds-endorsed supplements instead of a sip from the wrong Holy Grail.

The four stars of Flex and the City – one of whom is World Universe bodybuilding champ Colette Nelson

, who doesn’t feel any “less girlie” than the women on the real show – do kinda “look like Fire Island muscle gays swaggering off to a drag tea dance,” and are terrible actors, but that’s part of why it works.  Ladies who lunch with overdeveloped pectorals overdelivering lines adds to the appeal of the parody.

So what’s next, Heavy?  How about an Entrouage with Orthodox Jews or a Sopranos with African scam artists?  Those guys do a great Mony Python.