Sex and the City 2

Get a woman to write and get a woman to direct it

The sequel, Sex and the City 2, wipes any urges towards mirth. You watch in mounting disbelief as the disgruntled girls ( not women, never) come on to whinge about every single thing that's in their lives.

Though the sequel doesn't pack as much juice as the original movie, Sex And The City 2 doesn't leave your martini glass empty.

The first time I watched I was quite outraged. I thought it was really, really morally repugnant. The second time around, the first thing I noticed was how badly made it is.

I realize that gaudy fantasy is essential to this franchise, but why does the fantasy have to be so stunted?

Best to quit now while there are still a few bubbles left in the champagne.

King allows these women no room for growth, even within a two-and-a-half-hour movie. They all end up just as they were, ever obsessed with surfaces and labels, which is disappointing.

It's the only part of covering the show I dreaded for good reason. It's bad. Really bad

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The latest offering from Carrie and the girls shows they're more cartoons now than women.