‘Sex and the City 2′ (English)
Director: Michael Patrick King
Cast: Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis, Cynthia Nixon, Chris Noth
When a television show, no matter how popular, is getting a bit tired, its makers tend to ring up the local travel agent, and set about transplanting its cast and crew for jolly japes in a foreign country. Now it’s happened in ‘Sex and the City 2’.
Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda – women who, for a certain kind of armchair fantasist, embodied all that was most glamorous and seductive about New York – have decamped to Abu Dhabi.
It’s only for a week, but it’s a good time for them to take stock of their lives. Carrie has finally snagged Big, but misses the excitement of evenings out on the town. Charlotte’s worried that husband Harry is smitten with the new and very big-breasted nanny. Samantha’s overdoing pills and ointments to stave off the menopause. Miranda’s packed in her job because she can’t hear her own voice at work.
In short, they’re all getting older and developing a new set of neuroses to cultivate in between their continued shopping frenzies.
The first ‘Sex and the City’ got a free pass from loyal viewers of the television series. This one will try their patience.
For one, the clothes are mostly dreadful. Sarah Jessica Parker looks like a cross between Wurzel Gummidge and Bride of Chucky; Miranda looks badly embalmed. In one scene, where the gang appear coming over a dune in the Arabian desert, they resemble a karaoke tribute act to the Village People.
Worse, they don’t act like a gang, appearing as awkward and semi-detached in each other’s company as if they were attending a school reunion party.
Sex and the City 2 goes on for half a lifetime, contains approximately three good one-liners, and has some mortifyingly embarrassingly sequences involving gay men.
I lost count of the number of times the screenwriters dropped the word “sparkle” into the script. No doubt they thought they were going for gold, but they’ve created a load of Ratners.
