Sex and the City 2 has very little sex and even less city. Whose brilliant idea was that?
I loved the first movie because it gave me everything I enjoyed about the HBO series—the clothing! the friendships! the snark! the romance!—only more so. It was two-and-a-half hours—the veritable Birth of a Nation of chick flicks—and I wouldn’t have cut a single moment.
But SATC2 is a labor of greed, not of love—and it shows. I had the vague feeling watching it that it was produced by imposters: people who were desperately trying to capture the original’s fizzy magic, but who didn’t know the secret handshake.
The basic premise is this: Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker), now married to her dream guy Mr. Big (Chris Noth), is beginning to get a little restless. Her worst fear is being trapped in a kind of dull domesticity. But it’s really hard to sympathize with a woman who got her happily ever after—and it underscores how utterly unnecessary this film is.