That’s Billy Heller’s brilliant headline on my 1.5 star review of the interminable “Sex and the City,” which had its third premiere (after London and Berlin) last night at Radio City Music Hall, where more than a thousand invitees were turned away from the way, way overticketed 6,000-seat venue. My very esteemed colleague, fashion editor Serena French, reviews the red carpet here and sexual favors were reportedly exchanged for tickets to the premiere and after-party. The BW and I saw “SATC” a week ago in the sedate confines of the Warner screening room on W. 53rd St., and boy is it super-predictable and slow-paced, like it was written and directed by a focus group in Omaha. Nebraskans, SJP fans and relatives of Michael Patrick King, you can send your hate mail to lou.lumenick@nypost.com