The American romantic comedy continues to follow a set of friends as they blend in with fun and fashion but a combination of marriage and motherhood calls for another vacation.
Writer/director Michael Patrick King seems intent on turning Carrie into the most irritatingly selfish, shallow, materialistic character ever to hit any screen.
An enervated, crass and gruesomely caricatured trip to nowhere [that] seems conceived primarily to find new and more cynical ways to abuse the loyalty of its audience.
It's a toss up which is a worse fate: replacing original creators with hired hands who approach the series mechanically; or letting the originators continue until it becomes apparent they've run out of steam. Sex and the City 2 picks the latter.
Sarah Jessica Parker is now 45 years old, and, frankly, I cannot stomach another moment of the simpering, mincing, hair-tossing, eyelash-batting little-girl shtick she's been pulling ever since L.A. Story.
