Sex and the City 2 (2010)

It's a mild crowd pleaser for people who are exhausted by blockbusters.

This movie was so-so. It had it's moments, but wasn't the greatest.

While it doesn't offer any answers, it both thrills and makes you think.

One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

They get what they want only to be insecure......and their spoiled...only Miranda is real, Samantha is disgusting Charlotte and Mr Big should know better..Carrie is sad and selfish.I wish they had better writers.. And watching TV is not the end of world.

I do not care, I really don't, how much SJP got paid to participate and crawl into this pool of refuse neck-deep. She did not even try to swim in it. And she took others along for a dip in the muck.The opening ceremony is gratuitous, the heck, every scene is gratuitous. The characters have no character, the plot has no story, the outfits have no stylist and the movie apparently had no director either.Everything is so outlandishly disjointed I beg to differ it is an alternative, science fiction picture set in a post-modern surrealist fantasy. It isn't. I tried not to cringe through it and even started drinking half-way through, didn't help either.It is dumber than EU directives. Do yourself a favour and avoid at all cost. It is astonishingly bad.

Carrie starts a big fight with her husband because he doesn't feel like going out to a stupid party after working into the evening. Miranda has a new boss who doesn't like her very much. Samantha is old and needs to take hormones for menopause. From an artistic standpoint, there were some plot elements and character developments I didn't think were totally needed. They do however drive the story, which seemed to be their purpose, so I can accept them. Heartfelt and riveting from the first frame to the last. Great performances help to enhance this amazing story of a friendship. The kind of film that proves that a small story can be much more meaningful than a larger one.

In the unconscionably long list of unnecessary sequels, Sex and the City 2 (2010) ranks among the worst the American film industry has to offer. While the first feature treatment of the long-running HBO series was bland and serviceable, this outing is downright offensive to its audience, the LGBT community, the Muslim community and Helen Reddy's song I Am Woman. The fact that the movie is largely set in the exotic locale of Abu Dhabi (really Morocco) and 146 freaking minutes long leads me to believe that the creators were aiming at a kind of Bob Hope road movie but settled comfortably next to Ishtar (1987) as one of the largest Arabian misfires since the Kuwait invasion.While dealing with the aftermath of an ideal happy ending, Carrie is excited to see her gay best friend Sanford (Willie Garson) and Samatha's (Kim Cattrall) gay best friend Anthony (Mario Cantone) get married. Or is he Miranda's (Cynthia Nixon) gay best friend? These vapid forty-plus-year-olds wear their friends like interchangeable accessories so I can't really keep track. We as the audience have to endure a wedding more flamboyant than the Village People getting married at the Grammys, promptly followed by a movie premiere featuring pre-twerk Miley Cyrus. After meeting a sheik amused by Samantha's Samantha-ness, the four are whisked away to Abu Dhabi to enjoy the comforts of the sheik's new hotel; and maybe cause an incident or two.Based on the episodes I've seen and now the two movies I've had to endure, I can safely say that Carrie and her crew of selfish, petty, permanently malcontented Real Housewives of Saks Fifth Avenue need to disappear. They simply are no longer characters worthy of consideration and contemplation. They've become parodies of the fairer sex and themselves; no longer endearing in any way. Please go away.Okay, now that I have gotten that off my chest, let's address the vexing antics the foursome get into while in Abu Dhabi; a country with laws on female modesty. Samantha is arrested for getting jiggy with it out on the beach forcing the Abu Dhabi trip to come to a merciful end. Of course that ending doesn't arrive until after the four are almost strung up by their thumbs for wearing revealing clothing and having condoms in their purses. There's another scene where Arab women wear "the spring collection" underneath their burqa; because, you know, it's not hot in the UAE. Then there are repeated scenes of the "good-natured" ladies abusing their status before a pod of butlers. The whole treatment of the Arab world is just frightfully ignorant. You'd think college-educated women from the multitudinous island of Manhattan would be a little more culturally sensitive.I hate this movie. I hate the story, I hate the characters, I hate the episodic flow of it and I hate the offensive mentality of it. Sex and the City 2 is a broad, grotesque spectacle that can't hold sway with a seasoned fan let alone anyone who didn't grow up with HBO. It's scary to think that the best thing that one can say about a movie of this caliber is it features a 64-year-old Liza Minnelli singing a Beyonce Knowles song. Avoid this film like a pair of counterfeit pumps.