Sex and the City 2
Sex and the City 2: The gals have another fashion-fuelled 90 minutes on the silver screen. I went in expecting the worst; a gratuitous reprise at best, but was quite surprised to find that it was at least a film of two halves. The first of which was quite respectable; setting the scene again, and playing on different kinds of relationships, which most couples could relate to. There was a bunch of cameo appearances and The Irish Nanny (!!), Penelope Cruz & Kim Cattrall kept things interesting for us gents too. All was well. Unfortunately the second half in Abu Dhabi was atrocious, losing sight of everything – including what little plot and story had been developed – to focus on flogging the “Eastern values / Western values culture clash“ horse; the only thing holding it together was Samantha’s filthy, but funny, one-liners. The most irritating thing for me was that every single time a character cracked a ‘funny’ another would force out a terrible laugh… every damn time. Even though Sex and the City 2 was as shallow as a puddle, camper than a row of tents, and desperately milking a franchise I have to say… I… kind of… enjoyed it?! (Yes, I hate myself for typing that – Male Fail). It’s not supposed to be serious so I switched off, sat down and enjoyed it for the most part. Brownie points from my better half in the bag too.
What’s this about Irish nannies?
Also, ‘Lawrence of my Labia’ is the best tag ever.
Castor: I was thinking about giving it a 4, but taking into account how well it sat with me AND factoring in that I walked in wanting to hate it… A 6 was only fair. It would seem everyone else in the world is taking it far too seriously!
S/R: Irish Nanny (Alice Eve) dominates a few scenes, her main quirk being that she doesn’t wear a bra. Cue wet T-shirt bath scene WIN for the guys. And yea, Lawrence of my Labia made me snort coke out of my mouth – best line in a film this year.
Knowing that you are a pretty harsh grader, this really stuns me that this got a 6 from you!!!
Wow, you were WAY more generous than I was … and I was a fan of the TV series and the first film! I rated this a solid “D” only because there was one genuinely funny exchange — Charlotte and Miranda’s tipsy rants on motherhood — and because Stanford finally found his Prince Charming. Everything about the sequel was gauche and gaudy and tasteless and — when the film moves to Abu Dhabi — offensive to Muslim culture.
I want a “Sex and the City 3.” Gasp.