Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker) and her fashion-conscious gal pals are back, and they’re taking the girl-power hi-jinks to a whole new level. First things first, though: the gay, gay, gay wedding of bestest friends Anthony Marantino (Mario Cantone) and Stanford Blatch (Willie Garson), where chorus boys sing ‘Sunrise, Sunset’, swans frolic among the guests, and Liza Minnelli officiates. Watching that queerest of queer icons risk her umpteenth hip replacement by performing Beyoncé’s ‘Single Ladies’ (dance moves and all!) is as suspenseful as a Hitchcock set-piece, and a difficult act to top…read more [TimeOut]
Anyone who likes “Sex and the City” for the clothes will be in heaven here. If Patricia Field actually had a $10 million costume budget, you can see where every dollar went; the women change in practically every scene, going from one gorgeously inappropriate ensemble to the next. Carrie’s outfits are especially outlandish; in 10 years, in “Sex and the City 12,” there will surely be a flashback to the crazy getup she chooses for a jaunt to the spice bazaar where she meets a romantic figure from her past. (OK, it’s Aidan.)
“Sex and the City 2” will never be compared to “The Godfather, Part II.” But it’s everything a fan could want in a sequel…read more [StlToday]
Sex and the City photo, Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis and Cynthia Nixon.
With the release of Sex and the City 2 this Friday, those who love it are bursting withexcitement, and those who don’t are getting one last chance to mock Carrie, Miranda, Samantha, Charlotte, and the lives they lead. Obviously, the mockers are more than entitled to their opinion—yet, like so many (infinitely more serious) prejudices, most SATC haters base their hatred on wildly incomplete information.
And, haters, I have bad news: Michael Patrick King has been WAY ahead of you. Just about every argument that one can make about the show has been acknowledged, addressed, and made into a plot point. In honor of the show, here are the 5 most common criticism of the show—and the show’s own response…read more [My Dog Ate My Blog]
Sarah Jessica Parker stars as Carrie Bradshaw and Chris Noth stars as Mr. Big in Sex and the City 2
The movie’s visual style is arthritic. Director Michael Patrick King covers the sitcom dialogue by dutifully cutting back and forth to whoever is speaking. A sample of Carrie’s realistic dialogue in a marital argument: “You knew when I married you I was more Coco Chanel than coq au vin.” Carrie also narrates the film, providing useful guidelines for those challenged by its intricacies. Sample: “Later that day, Big and I arrived home.”
Truth in reviewing: I am obliged to report that this film will no doubt be deliriously enjoyed by its fans, for the reasons described above. Male couch potatoes dragged to the film against their will may find some consolation. Reader, I must confess that while attending the sneak preview with its overwhelmingly female audience, I was gob-smacked by the delightful cleavage on display. Do women wear their lowest-cut frocks for each other?…read more [Roger Ebert]
The Simpsons are going to Abu Dhabi! Actually, it’s that quartet of conspicuous consuming cougars, the Sex and the City ladies, who trek to “The New Middle East,” discover it’s really the Old Middle East, and strike a teeny tiny blow for sisterhood, female emancipation and Vera Wang. Or Versace.
The second and final Sex and the City movie prances through a cliched gay wedding opening (“Hellooo Liza!”) and manages a somewhat madcap finale. And if you can forget the hour and a half of tedium in the middle, you’ll be good to go. With your girlfriends. Or “gay best friend.”
Two years have passed, Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) is fretting over her marriage to Big (Chris Noth) getting stale, “a little too Mr. and Mrs. Married.” She wants to be the eternal lady-on-the-town. And her husband? He wants to finish off a long day of Wall St. worries with a little Deadliest Catch on the flatscreen…read more [OrlandoSentinel]
Sex and the City Posters
Sex and the City 2 is about as offensive a film of its nature can get, although I believe that’s the point. I got the feeling writer-director Michael Patrick King listened to all the negative chatter surrounding the first film and thought to himself, “Oh yeah? Well I’ll show them!” and went far beyond every stereotype he could come up with. What’s most surprising about all of this is that I didn’t actually hate it, mildly enjoyed myself is actually more like it
Sure, it’s an awful movie. There is no point to it and the plot is non-existent, but that’s exactly what I expected. So when an exaggerated one-liner is tossed out or Samantha is seen in her glass-walled office with her underwear around her ankles while rubbing hormone therapy cream on her vagina, all I could do was laugh at the absurdity of it all. I even had fun writing that sentence…read more [Rope Of Silicon]
If only they’d called it “Almost No Sex and Very Little City,” at least we would know what we were in for with ” Sex and the City 2.”
In this second screen incarnation of the fabulous HBO series, the satire is sagging, the irony’s atrophied and the funny is flabby. Yes, the clothes are more fabulous than ever, but Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte have misplaced their chic and sassy and become, gulp, too ordinary and desperate. They were never supposed to be like the rest of us…read more [LA Times]
Through a plot development no more ridiculous than any other, Samantha lands the girls an all-expense-paid trip to – why not? – Abu Dhabi, a place that might teach most people a thing or two about conspicuous consumption. Ah, but not our gang, who manage to show up in new and fabulous outfits every five minutes, King’s camera lingering over every flowing garment or, in Samantha’s case more often than not, lack thereof. Here, 6,700 miles from home on the company dime, they are able to indulge their excesses. Though there are nods to how empowered they are compared to the Arab women around them, mostly the Middle East serves as a backdrop for pretty clothes. Honestly, by the time they ride camels, it’s “Ishtar” in designer gowns…read more [AZ Central]
The problem lies with the unimaginative story premise and the quip/reverse quip dialogue that just may be better-suited to half-hour television shows than this nearly 2½-hour movie feature. Writer/director King piles on the lame puns and product mentions to the detriment of character and plot development. It may sound like a good idea to take the girls out of the city and plunk them down in the alien culture of Abu Dhabi, where the entire subject of “sex and the city” is taboo. Yet the conflicts that arise regarding sexual politics are entirely predictable and highlight the obvious. (Less obvious is the reality that half of Sex and the City 2 was filmed in Morocco instead of Abu Dhabi, which, presumably, was more receptive to the idea of ribald American women than the United Arab Emirates, where sharia law rules.) The opulence of their hotel in Abu Dhabi, where a sheik has offered Samantha and her gal pals an all-expenses-paid visit, takes their already over-the-top NYC lifestyles and spins them into the stratosphere…read more [Austin Chronicle]