But lord how they’ve tried my patience tonight!
For the six seasons Sex and the City ran it was my idea of televisual perfection. Sure it was flawed, and yes some of the scenarios the quartet faced were as improbable as the clothes they wore, but when it was good it was really, really, good. I saw the first film on the day it opened and it too was flawed yet I kept the faith. I wanted to believe Sex and the City 2 could bring the fabulous back to the franchise. It is with great sadness that I must report it did not.
Well Samantha still has the comedy dog.
Everyone is sitting pretty in New York City and the movie opens with the glitzy wedding of two of our favourite co-stars. The ladies have Birkins, babies and Botox, what more could one ask from life?
A great deal apparently. None are content. Carrie is finding that married life lacks “sparkle” while Samantha’s 52 years are playing on her mind and her libido. Miranda feels unappreciated at work and Charlotte has troubles of the sexy Nanny kind. If this were 1998 we’d have the ingredients for an entire box set of compulsory viewing. Unfortunately here in 2010 we have to endure 146 minutes of bad puns and lazy plot devices. I had gathered from the trailer that the movie wandered to foreign shores but I didn’t realise quite how meandering a journey it would take.
I’m rather cross with myself tonight because I should have known better, I’d heard rumblings of the badness I simply chose to ignore them. There were moments of connection with the spirit of SATC past – moments when the heartfelt friendship between the women shone through. When tempers flare between Carrie and Charlotte as Carrie struts away for a reunion with her dating history, you can feel the potential for a better film brush across the screen. And then it is gone.
I believe that Sex and the City will survive this film, fans will accept its flaws and forgive its trespasses. After all, that’s what you do when you’re in love…
Sex and the City 2 opens across the UK today