SATC 2… my eyes, my eyes!

There’s many great reviews of the misguided Sex and the City sequel out there (incl. here), so I’ll keep mine brief…
Carrie:
- Is but a shell of the neurotic and slightly kooky gal she once was. She’s now obsessed with redecorating her fancy yet soulless apartment, even chastising her husband (who must’ve paid for the whole place) when he puts his feet up on the couch. But worst of all,
- She’s kind of a bitch.
Charlotte:
- Makes cupcakes in vintage Valentino.
- Struggles with said cupcakes and her two young children until – phew! – the hired help arrives, all bra-less and badly accented.
Miranda:
- Generally looks pretty smokin’ (despite the bowl-cut above).
- Although… Cynthia Nixon seems to have forgotten how to act. Unless of course, Miranda’s forced whoops of glee in Abu Dhabi suggest more to her character than we ever get to see.
Samantha:
- Has lost all sense of class.
- Endures a much-publicised hot flush in a crowded souk that ends with yelling and the throwing of condoms. Even more insulting, though, is witnessing her sat at her desk, knickers around her calves as she applies some kind of menopausal potion to her pussy. (Eww!)
The rest:
- Liza does Beyonce.
- Penelope Cruz does a sexy impression of a banker.
- Mr Big has been going hard on the Fake’n’Bake, and…
- Carrie gets a big fat black diamond. You can buy it here for $10,000.
Oh yes, and there’s cringe-inducing ‘I Am Woman’ karaoke singalong to boot.

Speaking of boots, I still can’t believe I missed the Japan vs England friendly for this*.
80s photo from OOooOOh I want all of those.
*Ok it wasn’t that bad – SATC2 fans bring great snacks. Cheers, ladies.




















