Say what you will, Michael Patrick King knows how to stage a fabulous gay nuptial. Sex and the City 2 begins with flair and good humor at the wedding of Stanford (Willie Garson) and Anthony (Mario Cantone), complete with a gay men's chorus in white top-and-tails crooning a tastefully low-key "Sunrise, Sunset," Carrie and Big in his-and-hers tuxes and the girl-gang beaming best wishes for the happy couple.
So far, so charming, at least until Liza Minnelli—as the rabbi, after a fashion—shows up to hoof a little number, wearing someone else's face and flanked by twin younger versions of herself. I'm sorry, but a 64-year-old woman in a shirt worn over tights is not a happy sight. You want to avert your eyes for her sake—and be warned, there's more of that coming in SATC2.
I get that "dignity be damned" is a mantra for writer-director King, who wants to let us know, every five minutes, that he just loves women. But it's one thing to create a group of BFFs who have become post-millennium pop female icons. It's quite another to drag them well into middle age, dress them like mutton passing as lamb and lumber them with female troubles culled straight from the mommy or single-lady blogs.
Sex and the City 2
Sex and the City 2 Written and directed by Michael Patrick King. Based on characters from the book by Candace Bushnell. Starring Sarah Jessica Parker, Kristin Davis, Cynthia Nixon, Kim Cattrall, Alice Eve, John Corbett and Chris Noth.
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Having cracked the forgiveness thing in SATC1, Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) faces new work-life challenges: Making partner at her shiny corporate law firm has brought her a hostile new boss. Charlotte (Kristin Davis) is fielding two children and the potential threat of a comely Irish nanny (Alice Eve). What to do when your fear of losing the help outruns your terror of her seducing hubbie? Meanwhile, Samantha (Kim Cattrall) continues to play the sex-crazed cougar, and it's getting old in every way as she gobbles vitamins and estrogen-rich yams to counter hot flashes and maintain her drive for young studs.
As for Carrie: 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. It goes without saying that Carrie has been assigned the movie's big-ticket issue: What to do with marriage once the newlywed bliss is over, especially if you don't want children? That's a very good question, but one that's promptly dumbed down with bogus dilemmas, trumped-up crises and much ancillary footwear chatter. Once the happy pair has feathered their cozy little nest, a cavernous pad with the requisite ballroom-size closet, it turns out that Big is a homebody who's had it, poor boy, with the fancy restaurants and glam gallery openings.
What's a writer-girl, who happens to be finishing a book that heaps scorn on traditional marriage, to do? Why, talk it to death in ever-decreasing circles of inconsequential angst, then head for Abu Dhabi (Morocco, actually). There, exactly as you'd expect, await 90 minutes of the four F's—fashion, food, furnishings and fornication—plus scads of cringe-making Middle Eastern stereotypes wrapped in a nominal shout-out to oppressed Arab women who, guess what, like Versace and suffer from hot flashes just like us.
Having raked in $400 million for the first SATC, King can pretty much write his own ticket, which may explain why the sequel runs a crushing 146 minutes. Like its predecessor, SATC2—with a script that's basically a sack full of not very funny gag-lines wrapped in strung-together episodic mini-scenes—is not suited to be a movie. What makes this one especially unbearable, though, is the way King's palpable affection for women in the HBO series has curdled into a kind of chortling malice, with sadistic close-ups of faces too old for their fuck-me junior attire and problems 15 years too young.