Sex and the City 2

So last night, I bit the bullet. In what way, you ask?

Well.

I watched "Sex and the City 2," despite the scathing reviews. The first review I read of this movie was, unfortunately, Roger Ebert's. He gave it one star. One star!

The review was sharp and funny, really- he calls the girls "flyweight bubbleheads." The very first sentence is "Some of these people make my skin crawl." !! In writing about a scene where Charlotte is having some troubles with motherhood, Ebert: "Any mother who wears her vintage Valentino while making muffin topping with her kids should be hauled up before the Department of Children and Family Services."

There are spoilers ahead, in case you wanted to ever watch this movie. But since the plot was thin ... there's not really much to reveal.

And yes, he's mostly correct. The movie is fluff, definitely summer fare, when the weather's hot (and it's HOT here), the popcorn's buttery, and the peanut M&M's are consumed by the fistful. Three of us girls, the brave female contingent in a workplace full of men, went to watch this movie after work yesterday. I was expecting the worst, fully preparing myself for a nice nap in air-conditioned plushiness.

Perhaps because of all the bad press, my expectations had sunk to a level that would have been amused by a children's movie about euthanasia. That's the only explanation for the fact that I actually enjoyed myself. The puns were terrible. TERRIBLE-

"This is an inter-friend-tion!"
Then a short time later, "This is an inter-fun-tion!"

"Broom- bride, groom, broom."

"She's Erin Go Bra-less!"

"There ought to be a law against having a nanny that looks like that."
"Yeah, a Jude Law."

I mean, really. How many puns can you squeeze into a movie? Granted, the movie was overly long (2 hours and 15 minutes), which only served to provide Patricia Field with an opportunity to dress the ladies in outfits that got zanier with each passing scene. The shoes were, of course, fantastic. Some (read: most) of the fashion choices were strange, but that's to be expected.

There was a short but weird flashback about how the girls all met, back in the 80's, with requisite 80's hair and clothes. Carrie had a chance to put on that iconic Dior newspaper dress again. Samantha and Carrie both wore hideous harem pants. Charlotte wore a sequined, strapless, full-length gown to karaoke. And Miranda, bless her red-headed soul, looked MUCH BETTER than she did in the series or the first movie.

If you want breezy, silly, and a nice fashion show with dialogue, this is the movie for you. It met my expectations and kept me pretty much entertained (at least there was always something to look at). That's all I needed from this, so I like it just fine.