Excerpt: The Film Sex and the City: The Movie made a whopping $415 million at the box office, so it's no surprise that Warner wanted to send the girls' on one more night out. What is surprising is how Sex and the City 2 reduces its infamous four females to a group of cackling cartoon characters and disguises it as empowerment of some sort.
Conclusion: Hopefully, this isn't the last adventure with the ladies. They went out on a high note with the previous film, so it would be too bad if this were the last thing we have to remember them by. Coming from a fan of the series, I find this sequel is best forgotten, like a very bad date. The amount of time spent on this movie would be better spent with any six episodes from the series.
Excerpt: As a fan of the TV show and the first movie, I thought I would enjoy spending more time with the characters I'd gotten to know over the years. Boy was I wrong. The script is pathetically weak and bloated, and the characters have lost their appeal as they've aged. Not their sex appeal, which is perfectly fine—it's their vomit-inducing narcissistic behavior that wears you out over the 146 minutes, and the far-fetched storytelling doesn't help matters.
Excerpt: An embarrassing karaoke scene in a modern comedy is the instant guideline for a dud. Shockingly, Sex and the City 2 has one, right smack dab in the middle of it. The movie garners no credibility to begin with, so in reality it harms nothing, and the story? It doesn’t have one. There is, without exaggeration, zero narrative flow. This is a disgusting film filled with disgusting people.
Excerpt: In the wake of Mamma Mia! The Proposal and It�s Complicated , female-centric films have become more popular than ever, and given the success of its predecessor, Sex and the City 2 was a guaranteed hit. The sequel has topped the box office in the US and the UK, despite receiving poor reviews. But who is reviewing these films?
Excerpt: I've been defending Sex and the City for years now, to New Yorkers sick of the bedazzled tourists clogging the sidewalks outside Magnolia Bakery, to men convinced the show was about hating the other sex, to intellectuals who thought something so frothy and fun couldn't have anything worthwhile to say about feminism and sexual agency for women.
Excerpt: Over six seasons on HBO, Sex And The City at the very least deserves credit for developing four distinct, memorable female characters drawn sharply enough that fans actually identify themselves as “a Carrie” or “a Miranda.” Sex And The City 2 panders to that audience to the point of self-destruction, squandering whatever goodwill the franchise had left after the first so-so movie by plopping its beloved characters into a series of garish vignettes that throw their...
Conclusion: Until now, Sex and the City has always surpassed my expectations. The series caught me off guard and entertained my wife and I to no end, and King's 2008 film retained enough of the show's magic to keep both of us hungry for more. But Sex and the City 2 feels like an afterthought; a cheesy, melodramatic, overstuffed, underdeveloped, 146-minute shoulder-shrug that fizzles long before its credits roll. The sequel's Blu-ray release is more fulfilling, but barely.