
I’ll put it in a way any Samantha can understand: The Sex just wasn’t as good the second time around.
Allow me to preface by saying that I align myself with fervent followers of the SATC franchise. Like any other fan, having watched the television series for seasons on end, and then having seen the first film, I expected a lot and a little at the same time. A lot, because it would require Carrie and the girls outdoing themselves for there to even be a need for a sequel; and just as such- a little, because as a fan I thought the first movie should have been the ONLY movie.
Well, this time around we meet our favorite foursome at a wedding of sorts, two years later picking up where their lives left off- Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) back at home with her husband and son, Charlotte (Kristin Davis) happy with her growing family, Samantha (Kim Cattrall) being…well, single, sexy Samantha, and Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) and Big (Chris Noth) in marital bliss.
Except everything is not as glamorous as they’d like to let on. Charlotte struggles with nagging children and a sagging nanny, while Carrie fears her marriage is heading in a direction opposite of the city life she loves. When Samantha’s PR expertise gets her a trip to Abu Dhabi, the girls pack up the Prada, suitcase the stilettos and run away to the “New” Middle East for a week.
Enter Aidan Shaw (Jordan Corbett), Carrie’s blast from the past; exit everyone we saw in the beginning of the film. The plot becomes farfetched, and several of the characters get lost in this bumpy ride of a film from director, writer & producer Michael Patrick King (Sex And The City- film and TV series).
Surprisingly, it’s as if King had nowhere to go, and so we go to the Middle East for the exciting color and authenticity the culture can bring. Of course, there are glimmers of the foursome we know and love, thanks to the same stellar acting from the leading ladies, along with some humor in form of a few moments brought to us from none other than Samantha. Nonetheless, some of the dialogue, exchanges and witty one-liners resulted in a hand-to-head gesture.
But where’s the fashion? We see the clothes but it’s as if we barely touch the material. They rarely come into conversation, aside from one dress acknowledging from Samantha. Where’s the writer Carrie? We never quite find out what she was writing for Vogue, and her book kind of gets thrown out the window along with the story. And most of all- where’s the go-getter Miranda? The Miranda we know and love would have handled her job situation a bit differently. Instead, we get the encyclopedia/travel guide, “fun” Miranda that’s a bit too unfamiliar. It’s a melange of unfinished business, with no real heightened conflict for anyone besides Carrie, and only in the last few minutes of the film.
I suppose Sex and the City 2 can be likened to another Samantha experience: you know ladies, it’s like when you meet a man that appears to have what you’re looking for. The walk and the talk….the smile and the eyes…
But then you find out- just like with this film, he is nothing more than disappointment when the lights go off.
Rating: 2.5/5



