An Ode To Mrs Evangelist On Valentine’s Day
Guest Review: Sex and the City 2
My wife went to see Sex and the City 2 with friends instead of me. I love her very much.
This is her review, edited purely for punctuation by me, because I am that obsessive compulsive.
The Pitch: Old birds on a road trip.
The Review: I loved Sex and the City as a teenager and even until my early 20s it was still daring and provocative. Not any more. In the same way as you don’t want to imagine your parents having sex, the idea of Samantha still being a sleep-around kinda gal is repulsive. Charlotte appears unable to cope with two children despite having a nanny, which again makes all sympathy disappear. Oh my god Carrie and Mr Big are happy, oh no their not, oh yes they are etc, really who cares?? The only character which seems to have it together is Miranda and she really isn’t on screen enough; her dry sarcasm could have been a redeeming feature but sadly it wasn’t. Oh, and they went to Abu Dhabi had a few ‘girlie’ moments, all the above character flaws continued ad nauseum, then they went home and had a happy ending.
I wish I could be more positive but really I’m now old enough to know better and so are they. This won’t appeal to the early 20s market as they have no connection to 40+ year olds sleeping around and the viewing 30+ year old who require a nostalgia fest should watch the reruns on Comedy Central, not this dross.
Why see it at the cinema: The clothes are pretty and the scenery spectacular. Oh and Liza Minnelli singing Beyonce is worth the entrance fee alone in my book. But that’s about it.
The Score: A well below expectations 5 /10
I now love her even more for saving me from this.