Movie Reviews

Film Review: “Sex and the City 2”

(New Line/ Warner Bros. 2 hours, 25 minutes. Rated R for some strong sexual content and language. Directed by Michael Patrick King.) Sarah Jessica Parker (Carrie Bradshaw), Kristin Davis (Charlotte York), Cynthia Nixon (Miranda Hobbes), Kim Cattrall (Samantha Jones), Chris Noth (Mr. Big), David Eigenberg (Steve), Evan Handler (Harry), Jason Lewis (Smith), John Corbett (Aidan), Willie Garson (Stanford), Mario Cantone (Anthony). Music by Aaron Zigman.

Fun, if overlong, frolic with the “girls” from the long-running HBO series about four friends who see each other through everything. This sequel wisely avoids most of the traps of the first film, which spent too much time on family problems. Now we’ve got the girls spending most of the movie in Abu Dhabi, a convenient 6700 miles away or so from husbands, boyfriends, kids, and jobs. Whew. Oh, except for when Aidan surprises Carrie while there, and…! We get to go along on a fabulous sun-drenched adventure with designer clothes, exotic hunky guys, and hotel suites which cost $22,000/night (all expenses paid, of course).

The sort-of plot involves Carrie’s stressing over Big’s suggestion they spend a couple of days a week apart in order to do “non-couple” things. (Sounds like a good plan to me.) Oh yeah, and Samantha’s going through menopause, as we’re reminded too often (though Cattrall’s amusing). Note to filmmakers: please do not interrupt my female fantasy movie with unimportant things such as plot. Political correctness is already eliminated (it’s obvious why this was filmed in Morocco rather than the actual United Arab Emirates). Believe it or not, the silliest note in this pile of enjoyable silliness comes when the four gals sing “I Am Woman” in a karaoke bar. I’m pretty sure there’s a newer “female-empowerment” song then Helen Reddy’s 1972 hit, even in Abu Dhabi.