- Who has two thumbs, speaks limited French, and didn’t learn any lessons about seeing sequels named solely by their numbers? This moi!
- This movie is two-and-a-half hours long for no good goddamned reason other than to match the bloated excess of everything else in the movie. The first forty minutes were unnecessary, especially the first twenty at Stanford’s and Anthony’s horrific wedding featuring a moderately scary Liza Minelli pretending to be Beyonce. It’s nice to see that Lucille 2 has gotten over her vertigo.
It’s just not necessary to do this much summarising and filling in of the two years between the last movie and this one. It just isn’t. Nothing we’re told is really all that revelatory — Samantha is older than everyone else! Miranda is a workaholic! Charlotte is still trying to maintain a facade of familial perfection! Carrie is nondescript and yet apparently the most unique person on the planet! (Yes, that one confused me too.) Pro-tip: everyone is just like they’ve pretty much always been. We don’t need forty minutes to explain this.
- Also, there’s no plot, so this explains why the producers were so hell bent on making sure all plot details were kept secret.
- There is a lot of amazingly rampant and unchecked racism in this movie, it’s sort of mind-blowing. When the women first arrive at their hotel in Abu Dhabi, Samantha makes a comment to the guy greeting them about being excited to be in the land of flying carpets. The guy looks at her like “Are you for real, lady?” and says “Charming”, implying that she is anything but. And with the exception of Miranda, the women carry on and on like this in the gauchest of ways. Carrie actually makes a point of staring at a woman wearing a full veil and ponders aloud how this woman is going to manage the monumental task of eating the french fries she just ordered; Carrie even demands that her friends interrupt the conversation they’re having so that they can stare at this poor woman like she’s on exhibit for their exotic enjoyment. Let’s point out the oppression of these women and then mock them for it! Hilarious! This is not okay.
- I was under the impression that Miranda is supposed to be smart, so I’m highly confused why it took her so long to realise that the reason the senior partner at her firm had a problem with her was because she’s a woman. Miranda, can’t you see the blindingly obvious themes in your own movie?
- Loved the moment where Carrie said she wasn’t dressed for riding camels. Carrie, you’re never dressed for doing anything but standing around posing.
- Hello there, hot Danish architect. This guy was pretty much the highlight of the movie, despite being random, unnecessary, and a great example of not having to face any consequences for public kissing even though Samantha got arrested for it.
- Jesus Christ, Charlotte, you cannot wear your precious vintage Valentino skirt when holding your toddler while icing cupcakes in the same room that your other child is painting. Common sense is severely lacking in the Goldenblatt household.
- I absolutely hated the abrasive and rude couple at the wedding who absolutely would not get over the fact that Carrie and Big were not planning on having kids. Pro-tip: none of your business! They practically backed away as if someone had suddenly revealed that Carrie and Big were sitting at the fashionable lepers table.
- Right, like I totally believe Carrie would randomly run into Aidan in the Middle East. I wish they hadn’t kissed, if only so that it would further cement to Carrie that a) he’s awesome, and b) that Big sucks. I loved that his wife has a textile business.
- Wasn’t Carrie the woman from the last movie who didn’t want fancy jewels?
- The karaoke scene was completely embarrassing, oh my god. I think it was supposed to be an anthem to women in international communities, given the ridiculous panning around the room to women of all colours fist pumping in solidarity. Um, no.
- I imagine the moment where Charlotte and Miranda raise a glass to all the mothers out there who do not have nannies was supposed to be an acknowledgement of the challenges mothers face and the unsung and unpaid hard work they do, but it ended up coming across as the most decadent display of privilege in the entire movie. “Our lives are so hard when our nannies are taking care of our kids and we’re halfway around the world in a $22,000/night hotel room, imagine how other women must feel!” Stuff it, ladies.
- I suspect at one point these characters were subversive but I’m having a tough time seeing it now. There’s a moment where they’re rescued from angry Muslim clerics by a group of burqa-clad women (I’m not making this up, I swear), only to find out that — surprise! — under their coverings these women like high fashion and are sporting the new fall lines by all the best designers. On its own I could have taken this as a subversive act, an underground fashion resistance, but the scene stupidly ends with our fab four donning burqas themselves in order to outsmart the men they’re running from. Their heads pop out from around the corner of a building one at a time, Three (four) Stooges style, I’m not even lying. Hilarity ensues!
- This movie was pretty bland but it loses points for pointless offensiveness.
Sex and the City 2
Anakin Skywalker was right about sand: it’s coarse and rough and irritating, not unlike this movie.
IMDB Plot Synopsis Two years have passed since Carrie Bradshaw finally bagged John "Mr. Big" Preston, the man she was always meant to be with.
The Liza “All the Single Ladies” bit was one of the most terrifying and hilarious things I’ve ever seen. It’s times like these I really hate working projection at a movie theatre. Every time I walk past the two theatres that movie is in, I always manage to catch that part.
Also, I saw that they were toting around that god-awful Suzanne Somers book. If this movie leads to more women reading it, I’m going to be really angry. That shit is ridiculous.
Sort of a lot of things about this movie make me angry, and I haven’t even seen it. I think I’m mostly mad that it exists in the first place.
So this movie is even more fail than the first one. Thank goodness I’ve never watched them.
When I heard “Danish architect” I was kinda hoping it was Nikolaj Coster-Waldau (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0182666/)