I expected much more out of this feature-length,
way-too-long fashion show / travelogue.
But really, nothing happens in this
Sex in the City 2. It's too bad
the film is so predictable.
You would think there would be some drama
along with the brainless I Love Lucy stuff, or the
Rich and Famous.
You might have to ask a real fan -- it
did nothing for me.
Worse than its predecessor, Sex in the
City 2 is full of cliches, stereotypes, and fully embarrassing
dialogue, as our four New York fashionistas travel to Abu Dhabi
to forget their emotional problems.
It's 2-1/2 hours of insults to Muslims,
showing off fashions, and Kim Cattrall's embarrassing Mae West-style
And let us not forget the blatant product
placement -- well worth missing (even for fans of the show).
This first sequel of Sex in the City seems
to be a fan-made movie.
My problem with this chick flick is that
after being exposed to 2-1/2 hours of listening to the 4 women
stars complaining about their fantasy fairy-tale lives from the
comfort of an all-expense-paid first-class luxury vacation in
the Arabian desert, this no-plot tale left me feeling restlessly
impatient while staring at the screen in a state of enhanced
boredom at the end of the film.