As a girl who often hangs out with boys who drink whiskey, play Call of Duty and eat unhealthy amounts of Taco Bell, girly things are not generally my cup of tea. However, I absolutely love the Sex and the City series.
I adore the shamelessly girly conversations about fashion, dating and friendships, which were smart and witty in the TV series. I have seen every episode multiple times. Just to give you a gauge here, when Carrie walked out of her apartment in the new film wearing her Dior newspaper dress, I instantly remembered it from the episode where Carrie confronts Natasha about her affair with Mr. Big. Yeah, I know it well.
But despite how much I love the show and these characters, this review is not glowing. In Sex and the City 2, written and directed by Michael Patrick King, everything that was once great about the TV series became a parody or a caricature. The first movie was already a stretch, a self-indulgent peek into these characters' lives merely for the delight of the show's fans. And now that we have moved on to the sequel, there just isn't much to go off of anymore.
The show's heart lays with the fact that all of the girls were single, and so now with Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker), Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) and Charlotte (Kristin Davis) all married, and Miranda and Charlotte also raising children, the show's creators had to form a new, shiny distraction to keep viewers entertained.
To do this, the plot led the girls on an all-expenses-paid trip to Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates, because Samantha (Kim Cattrall) went there on a business trip. Now, I know this show is materialistic to the ninth degree, but this movie was just ridiculous. Everywhere you looked was some wildly expensive outfit, exotic view, piece of furniture or Christian Louboutin stiletto heel - it was sensory overload that made me begin to eye roll egregiously.
Even Samantha's typically witty phrases filled with sexual innuendo just fell flat and made her seem like a hag (she is supposed to be 52 in this movie), instead of sexy and coy. The one laugh-out-loud exception I greatly enjoyed was when she met a hunk in Abu Dhabi and said, He can be the Lawrence of my labia.
However, even with the pitfalls, I will always love the characters these four women embody, and I am certainly sad to see the story come to an end. Any true fan of the show will, of course, see this movie, just as I did.
Kelly Kettering is a senior studying journalism. To send her your favorite sexual puns (or anything about any review she has done this year, as this is her last!) e-mail her at kk150206@ohiou.edu.
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