Look, guys! It’s a photo from the Tokyo premiere of Sex and the City 2!
Oh YOU. Don’t hate. (HA! Look who’s talking!)
I’m going to say this once even though I know that many of you won’t believe me, many more will scoff, and even more will ridicule me for it:
THE MOVIE IS NOT THAT BAD.
I saw it last Thursday, fully convinced it was going to be a stinker–likely for the same reasons as you: Your best friend walked out of the theater grousing about what a drop-kick to feminism this flick is (by the way, should we really be looking to movies that contain bedazzled logos for feminist benchmarks?). The 16% Rotten Tomatoes rating is simply… pathetic. The “I Am Woman” karaoke scene is worse than it sounds (in fact, every musical number is worth a cringe). Someone told you about the burqa escape scene (sadly, true) and multiple appearances/mentions of camels/magic carpets (also true).
Or you saw the first movie, which was downright abysmal.
But by golly, I’ll stand behind my statement. SATC2 is fun, familiar, and a worthwhile way to spend a few evening hours, especially for a die-hard fan that’s willing to watch the PG-macheted, syndicated reruns on TBS every night while ordering dinner (or owns an SJP fragrance). That, my friends, is who I am. Jen is like, my full-on bestie, and even she has only just begun to understand the extend of my SATC nerd-dom. I’m like a Trekkie, but for Sex (or as Jen’s best mate calls us, “sluts!”)
So if you are like me, you love the HBO series unconditionally–despite Miranda constantly complaining with food laying against her epiglottis, despite a too-soon dismissal of the hotness John Slattery’s politico character Bill Kelley in Season 3, despite a boon of confused young women drinking icky cosmos at bars and wearing heels they can’t walk in, despite THE EXISTENCE OF SEASON 6… and you have ached for years to once again see these four women dealing with very real neuroses in a supremely surreal setting–as they did for years and years, every week, to nurse you through all of your most memorable sexcapades, torrid affairs, and splits. That is what this movie holds within. Nothing less, and a little bit more (admittedly, the “more” is mostly shticky, fucktarded, culturally superficial nonsense and should be ignored).
And let us not forget what else it has: AIDAN (who could not look more fine). A conflicted, messy Carrie Bradshaw that is not at all unlike the confused girl you met in 1998 with condoms in her purse and mistakes coming out of her ears. The cutest little Amazian Jr. An in-pants boner (perhaps my favorite part). And a gay wedding (Also my favorite part).
And did I say AIDAN? Kind-eyed, hardy, handsome, why-the-eff-didn’t-you-marry-him-stupid-stupid-Carrie AIDAN? Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I’d buy a hundred tickets just to have another shot at him.
Filed under: Aidan Shaw, Alexandra Fong, Amazian Jr., Burqas, Carrie Bradshaw, HBO, Neuroses, Nonsense, Not So Bad, Romps, Sarah Jessica Parker, Sex and The City, Sex and the City 2, Sex and the City Movie Sequel, SJP Fragrances, Sluts, Taking a Hating Break, Trekkies
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