I am sick of male film critics reviewing "Sex and the City 2." It’s unfair.
Sappy girl moment: Every Tuesday, a bunch of my college friends and I would sit at my friend Amy’s house and watch the new episode of "SATC" on TV. We could relate to maybe not every character, but at least take the "single " journey and stories. (I felt a few stories were very close to home for me.)
I laughed, I cried… It was part of us.
Then they decided to make the movies. The problem being, the director isn’t great.
Also, something happened: The ladies grew up. The late 20s and 30s of fun, sex and parties were now replaced with marriage, children and monogamy.
But what remains is the journey. Most of us loyal followers will continue to take this road with Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. This is why it’s popular. This is why it’s hyped.. But with flaws. There isn’t much the writers can do with married women with children.
What annoyed me most about this movie was how whiny Carrie was. Nuts even. (I said in the theater, "Please, Miranda, slap Carrie!") But that wasn’t enough for me to slam the movie.
There were great moments: Charlotte and Miranda discussing their children over drinks. Revealing and funny. Samantha is back to the perverse woman we know and love. Now that she’s single, it’s more fun. (Every scene she’s in is hilarious.)
The girls together is more fun. They are best friends — that’s why the series and the first movie were a success.
I’m glad there was more of them at play than that boring trip to Mexico from the first movie. Zzzzzzz…
Carrie, well, she and Big are now not that interesting. Boring, even. The market crashed for Big, but I guess it did not crash that much.
Carrie was the weakest link in "SATC2," and that’s upsetting. The glue that held the women together came undone with her.
The soundtrack is great. The clothes, well, odd in spots, but OK.
I came for the journey, not the execution. But I enjoyed this storyline, better then the first one.