Sex and the City 2

By Sean Burns
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Grade: D

Wide release

Shoes, money, outfits, shoes, vagina, money, shoes, jewelry, outfits, money, shoes.

That’s pretty much all I got out of Sex and the City 2 , a two-and-a-half-hour barrage of fetishized luxury items, crass behavior and grotesque materialism sadly misconstrued as female empowerment.

I understand these four gals have a fanatical fanbase, and I’ll even admit to being charmed by early episodes of the HBO show. But the truth is that Carrie and company ran out of things to say long before the series ended, and the two feature-film spinoffs are nothing but gaudy fashions and off-puttingly ostentatious displays of wealth.

After the redundant happily-ever-after endings of both the TV program and the first movie, there’s no reason for this sequel to exist besides money. So I guess it’s fitting that all Sex and the City 2 is about is just how ridiculously fucking rich these people are. We begin with the garish wedding of two gay sidekicks who I thought used to hate each other. There are swans, a boy-toy choir and a drag queen billed as Liza Minnelli belting out a Beyoncé song.

The closest the film comes to conflict is when Carrie gets angry because her husband likes to put his feet on the couch and watch television; the recession has hit this couple so hard that they’re stuck with only two Manhattan apartments. Instead of a story, we watch the girls vacation at a $22,000-a-night Abu Dhabi resort. Little of interest occurs besides costume changes, and the movie periodically stops dead in its tracks for lengthy itemizations of the expensive products on display. It’s a cartoon Middle East where women wear the latest couture beneath their burquas and mean old religious dudes get offended.

Samantha eventually gets into trouble for fellating a hookah pipe and publically groping a guy named Dick Spyrt (get it?). Carrie sucks face with an ex-boyfriend, so her husband buys her a diamond ring. Miranda and Charlotte complain about their kids, condescendingly drinking a toast to women who can’t afford full-time domestic servants. The big threat hanging over the final act is that they might have to fly home in coach.

After the first film, a fellow critic said to me: “I want everybody in that movie to die of AIDS.” I replied that I wanted something far worse to happen to them. I wanted them to run out of money.

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1. Sue said... on Jun 2, 2010 at 03:19PM

"It’s a cartoon Middle East where women wear the latest couture beneath their burquas and mean old religious dudes get offended." Wealthy Muslim women living in the Middle East (and abroad) do indeed wear designer clothes under their burqas. They're just as status conscious and materialist as other wealthy women. (No, I'm not defending the movie. I couldn't even tolerate the television show.)”

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2. Jennifer said... on Jun 17, 2010 at 04:11PM

What's with the Abu Dabi location? We paid tickets to see shots of the SATC women IN NYC!! (Especially those expats of us who are so homesick we'll go to see a movie just because it's filmed in the US!) I can confirm the previous reviewer's comments that Muslim women (at least the ones here in South Africa) do wear expensive clothes and, according to the beautician who waxes me, insanely expensive lingerie. But other than glorifying unbelievable wealth ,what was the point of this movie? To show that we women, whether we wear boobtube or burqua, are the same? And sadly, while I cringe at the thought of encroaching crepepaper neck and menopause, thought all four looked like "mutton dressed as lamb." I wanted the old SATC characters back in the sequel, but along with aging characters, some authentic wisdom and dignity.”

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3. Lynne said... on Jul 5, 2010 at 09:07AM

“I went to see this film because someone else paid for my ticket. Thank God I didn't spend $12 - which would have bought three gallons of gas - to see this trash.

I was a sometime fan of the TV series. Having lived and worked in Manhattan, I was very amused by the antics and priorities of these four women. I can also tell you that I was smugly interested in the Big/Carrie relationship. I worked on Wall Street, and I can tell you for certain that a man like "Big" would NEVER, EVER be with a needy, whiny woman like Carrie for very long. And her CERTAINLY would never marry her! The ending of this movie and the actions taken by Mr. Big were so unbelievable that I left the theatre shaking my head in disgust.

I have no doubt that this movie will be on Cable shortly. Save your $$ and wait! And please, PLEASE, Mr. King... no more sequels! This has to be the end ...for the sake of those who liked the TV series, leave us with the scant good memories of that!”


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