Just for a change - and for a bit of fun, I hope - I have decided to rant write this post in English.
Remember the days when watching Sex and the City felt refreshing and you laughed and nodded at your TV? Well, those days are loooong gone, darling. Watching Sex and The City 2, you can't believe you willingly sacrificed 2 hours of your precious time and fast-disappearing youth to be spoon-fed this crap. Instead of smart one-liners and witty dialogue you get feeble jokes (few and far between) and a risible plot. Ah, the plot - let me sum it up for you: 4 smug rich women whining about their lot and their imaginary problems. The End. The morale: if you are not rich, just take a knife and kill yourself, right now, because, frankly, life is not worth living if you don't have at least 2 swanky apartments - one for you and one for your hubby, for when he gets on your nerves.
The fifth heroin of the TV series was always the Fashion, especially in the later seasons. You know me, so there is no use denying I am partial to a bit of Manolo here, and a bit of Oscar de la Renta there. But - ENOUGH ALREADY. The fashion is no longer fun - it is all about product placement and flogging the goods. Nor is it fresh or trend-setting - it is just, particularly in case of Carrie and Samantha, plain ridiculous. Yes, we do like ogling lovely shoes and dresses, but only IN ADDITION to an interesting, intelligent story. But what we get (and this just shows that the producers are patronising and money-grabbing fools) are "Birkins and burkas" and very little else. Lindy West, the writer for the Stranger hit the nail on its head when she wrote that Sex and the City 2 is "essentially a home video of gay men playing with giant Barbie dolls". Lindy, I salute you.
Don't waste your time and money going to the cinema - watch it on DVD on a night when you had a glass too many and a lot of fun, there is nothing on TV and you are in the mood for some junk. Otherwise it might make you sick, or worse still - suicidal.
Picture via Guardian.