Such a bad movie

I went with my friend Cindy to see “Sex and the City 2” yesterday. It was terrible. Really awful. I’m trying to recall one redeeming feature of the story or visuals and I can’t. Nada.

Now, I began watching the HBO series a number of years ago when I was living in Concord. I couldn’t wait for Friday night to watch Sarah Jessica Parker and her buddies! I eventually got caught up on all the previous years’ episodes and then followed the latest installments to the very end of the series. Carrie ending up with Big in Paris at the end? It brought tears to my eyes.

I wasn’t too sure about the movie that came out a couple years ago, but was delighted to find it . . . delightful. I liked it so much, I bought my own copy to sniffle over when I might be in the mood for something romantic and sappy. Carrie finally marrying Big? Again, tears – and that full-hearted feeling we have with happy endings, where the girl gets the man of her dreams and all is right in the world. What’s not to love about that?

But in this latest movie? Well, it starts with Carrie being bored with Big and wondering if they can keep the sparkle in their marriage. I’m sorry, but am I really supposed to imagine for one second that life with Chris Noth could be less than perfect?

Well – I don’t want to. Sure, sure, in real life things calm down after awhile in a marriage. But I didn’t watch years of Sex and the City to come down to this! So, that aspect of the movie hit a wrong note in the first place.

In the meantime, Samantha is fighting menopause and Charlotte’s finding out motherhood is not a constant source of bliss and Miranda finds herself reporting to a boss who’s an asshole. In the face of these sad truths, the girls do manage to continue to be perfectly groomed, coiffed and dressed in designer garb – often in dubious taste, however – and not one has turned to cupcakes, vodka or Zoloft to help them deal with the pain.

Then Samantha manages to get the group an all-expenses-paid first class trip to Abu Dhabi so they can whine about their lives and wear more bizarre clothing.

Oh, enough already. It just sucked. And Liza Minnelli doing Beyonce’s single girl song at the gay wedding was just the icing on this inedible cake.

SJP needs to get a haircut to try to do something to flatter that face and the whole gang of them need to give up the cutesy girls in the city thing and move on.

I guess I have.

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