Seriously, though, what is it with the Sex and the City adaptations and their incredibly well-endowed…running times? I mean to say, men do account for some 49% of the western world’s population and, no matter how much modern women may bang on about asserting their independence, there’s no way that most of them won’t be going to see this without a man in tow. And only women bleed, right? Hmmm.
Now, back in the day, I acknowledged that the first cinema installment recounting the love-, fashion- and sex-lives of the curiously popular TV show, featuring Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker), and three close friends Samantha (Kim Cattrall), Charlotte (Kristin Davis) and Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) was a ‘fun frolic’ (kinda, ironically) but I am sorry – once, in this case, was definitely, absolutely, utterly enough. See what I did there?
But no – Michael Patrick King, who has to date directed ten episodes of the TV series and, erm, Sex and the City (2008) (which came in at 148 minutes, God save us all) has decided otherwise, so we are back into the perilously close-to-interesting realms of Bradshaw et al.
Seriously, though, the story is even more boring this time around – and, if truth be told, tasteless. From my own perspective, a ‘men with tits’ take on modern female mores is patronising and irritating in roughly equal measure, and that is just about all that this has to offer.
So, am I motivated by misogyny? How many people am I going to irritate with my preceding thoughts? In short, ‘No’, and ‘Don’t Know, But Lots, I Hope.’ Hope that works OK and, for whatever good it will do, may I ask you not to watch this film? Pretty please?
I thank you.
146 (count ‘em) mins.