Critics be damned: Sex in the City 2 provides perfect brain candy
By Caroline Gallay
I was a bit apprehensive as I filed in to see Sex and the City 2, having read that the film was getting some scathing reviews. (Although from what I can tell, most critics took issue with the stars' age. How dare they flaunt their crow's feet!)
If you haven't seen the film, you might not want to read on. But you should take it from an avid fan of the series that it was precisely what I had hoped — incredible couture, totally indulgent reminiscence, and unending one-liners.
When, within the first 15 minutes, Liza Minnelli performed "Single Ladies" in her throaty Broadway voice (pant-less, I might add) at Stanford and Anthony's big, gay, swan-filled wedding, I leaned in to my friend and told her the ticket price had been made worth it.
Add some more mature plot lines — Samantha dealing with menopause with hefty doses of yam; Charlotte being threatened by her children's bra-repellant nanny; Big becoming a couch-ridden, remote control-wielding old man; and Miranda suddenly being the most fun we've ever seen her — plus oneliner's like Samantha's "Lawrence of my labia," and you have a perfect puff picture.
The top five moments:
- Charlotte drunkenly confessing to Miranda that she was more troubled by the thought of having to fire the Nanny than divorcing her husband if the two had an affair.
- Samantha dropping her stash of condoms in old Abu Dhabi.
- Carrie making her custom's declaration: "I'm a mess."
- Liza Minnelli's Single Ladies dance.
- The burka-clad women of Abu Dhabi revealing the couture they wore underneath as they helped Samantha escape arrest.
One woman said as we left the theater that it was satisfying in the way a trashy romance novel is. Sigh, If only it were poolside portable.
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