Am I the only one who absolutely loved Sex and the City 2? I can’t be since my two girlfriends who saw it with me also really enjoyed it. We were constantly giggling in our seats—throughout the movie. The fact that it’s getting pummeled by critics is a huge surprise to me. Also, two other friends hated it. They said it was 2.5 hours of boredom. What?!?! I don’t get it.
I liked the first one because it was SATC in movie form. Period. I love the fashion. I love New York City. Yet I thought it was hokey. Carrie’s left at the altar, then she and Big reunite for a happy ending? Puke-puke. And that’s the same guy who treated her like a rag doll throughout the series? Really?
SATC2 I thought was believable—totally relatable. Miranda feeling squashed in her job. Carrie losing the sparkle in her marriage. Miranda suffering from hot flashes. Charlotte struggling as a mother. For once, I saw myself in each of them: not feeling appreciated in my career, not having the perfect relationship, experiencing hot flashes already even though I still consider myself pretty young, and motherhood—dare I even go there? Crying babies make me cringe. When Charlotte had a mini-breakdown and locked herself in the pantry, I was right there with her. I ain’t even a mommy!
Critics think it was one long aimless romp to the Middle East. So what? That’s hot! People go on vacation. Yes, friends can leave NYC. Yes they can. There is a whole world out there to explore. Geez.
This is a rare instance when the sequel has been better than the first. Anyone see how bad Ironman 2 was? I’m looking forward to SATC3. I think they’re getting better with age. You go girls.