Controversy has been raging across the OK! offices since staffers have caught the flick, and now Laura Lane is chiming in with her two cents on the sequel, which has already received two negative responses from OK!'s reviewers. Will she love it, or also hate it?
I’m hesitant to confess this, but I enjoyed watching Sex and the City 2. I admit it. I really liked it. I feel somewhat alone among movie critics in this assessment, but I promise in the 800-person theater I watched it in, women were laughing. There were oohs and aahs as Carrie, Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda arrived in their magnificent designer clothes to the stunning hotel in Abu Dhabi (filmed in Morocco) on their all-expenses paid getaway.
As Carrie contemplated whether or not to tell Mr. Big about seeing Aidan, the woman next to me cried out, “Don’t tell him you idiot!” She was engaged in the film. As Charlotte and Miranda lamented over the frustrations and hardships of raising children over cocktails, women in front of me clapped as the girls toasted to all of the mothers who don’t have a nanny. “To them!” Miranda praised with a clink of her cocktail. “Yeah!” said the woman two rows behind me.
As for the over-the-top gay wedding with Liza Minelli as the officiator and performer, which opens the film? Surely you can’t get much more flamboyant and extravagant than that. But wasn’t it fun? Liza gave Justin Timberlake a run for his money for best Beyoncé impersonation when she danced to “Single Ladies.” She was fantastic!
And then there were the clothes. They were outlandish. They were sparkly. They were vintage. They were designer. Some were too much. Some were just perfect. But they were all incredible. There was the sequin hat Carrie wore on the plane to Abu Dhabi that outdid any hat worn at the Kentucky Derby. There was the beautiful black studded plunge dress Miranda wore to the wedding and the red-hot dress with embroidered shoulder pads Samantha wore to karaoke. Everything was amazing. I loved the unnecessary clothing changes in the film. I wanted to see more. I wanted it all!
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Sure, there were plenty of things wrong with the film. Each character’s flaws are overly-emphasized, which often made them difficult to like. But the issues and insecurities are ones women think about, rational or irrational. Yes, Carrie was naggy as heck when she forced Mr. Big to get out on the town because she was insecure they were turning into a “boring old married couple.” Yes, Samantha was completely insensitive to the Arabic culture and religious customs. Yes, Miranda was an annoying control freak and completely obsessive compulsive in her scheduled trip planning. And yes, despite Charlotte having a gay best friend, she still seemed to be as up-tight and old-fashioned as ever.
But it was all deep dark secret girl talk. I am concerned about keeping the “sparkle” in my relationship, for fear my man might get bored, like Carrie. I feel guilty for getting stressed out about things I know I’m lucky to have, like Charlotte. I can be an obsessive-compulsive planner and workaholic, like Miranda. I occasionally think people are uptight about sexuality and religions can be too extreme sometimes, like Samantha. Would I ever purposely bash a religion? Hell no. I was mortified for Samantha as she lay on the ground in an Arabic marketplace with condoms all around her. Would I be a naggy wife like Carrie? I sure hope not. I wanted to call her up and scream, “Leave Mr. Big along you nag!” But it’s not reality and it’s not trying to be.
In the end, Sex and the City 2 is entertaining and fun. And when it comes down to it, I'm a sucker for gorgeous clothes, glamorous places, cliché jokes and girl talk. The movie is not meant to be serious; it’s meant to be an escape. And I certainly enjoyed the escapism.