so for now imma review sex and the city 2
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Previous installments of "Sex and the City" have settled the ancient question of what women want—love, sex and designer clothes, though not necessarily in that order. Now "Sex and the City 2" reveals what Islamic women want. Call this sequel callow, garish, ghastly, grisly or grotesque—and it is all of those things, plus borderline-interminable at 146 minutes. During a visit to Abu Dhabi, though, Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte discover that the chadors worn by their Muslim sisters conceal—you guessed it—the glories of this year's fashion collection. So much for a clash of civilizations.
This dismal comedy provokes a crash of expectations, however modest they may have been after the first theatrical version of the HBO series. It's a silly symphony of big, anxious smiles and big, nervous laughs. (In a film for the cognitively challenged, everything but the tacky wardrobe is several sizes too big.) It's a cinematic dairy farm, milking every close-up and every gag, whether about menopause (the four friends are forever young only in reruns) or about a glamorous Irish nanny's bouncy breasts. It's an almost avant-garde adventure in aimlessness. Apart from an elaborately cloying gay wedding, nothing happens until somewhere near the half-hour mark, when Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) and her beloved Mr. Big (Chris Noth) come up against a certifiable conflict—he wants to stay home and she doesn't. That's when "Sex and the City 2" also becomes a triumph of product placement, the product being Abu Dhabi (though what we see is actually Morocco). "Dubai is over," a dubious sheik declares. "Abu Dhabi is the future." in fact the whole movie seems like billboard, when she asks for coffee, the camera zooms in on the coffee maker brand, and it's cheap cheap price tag!
From then on the movie just gets worse and worse, i'd tell you about it. but im tired as fuck
basically not worth it. really
