Roger Ebert at the Chicago Sun-Times: “I wondered briefly whether Abu Dhabi had underwritten all this product placement, but I learn the 'SATC2' was filmed in Morocco, which must be Morocco's little joke. That nation supplies magnificent desert scenes, achieved with CGI, I assume, during which two of the girls fall off a camel. I haven't seen such hilarity since 'Abbott and Costello in the Foreign Legion.'”
Kyle Smith at the New York Post: “As tasteless as an Arabian cathouse, as worn-out as your 1998 flip-flops and as hideous as the mom jeans Carrie wears with a belly-baring gingham top, 'Sex and the City 2' is two of the worst movies of the year.”
Michael Phillips at the Chicago Tribune: “Why have these women, photographed drearily and insanely costumed, become full-on drag queens?”
Well, I haven't seen the sequel, but I didn't much like the first. Neither did I develop a shine to the TV series at any time during its storied run, when every girl and fag around me was hyperventilating over it. So don't ask me what I think of the whole franchise, because I admit to bias, or at least indifference, to it.
My larger point is: Is it possible to not like a film headlined by four power women and marinating in “women stuff” simply because the film is just that--pangit, vapid and stupid--and not because you look down on women in general (the definition of sexist)?
Can straight men (I'm out of the running, see?) evaluate the movie for what it is and be able to arrive at an objective verdict about its merits? Or is that a hopeless thing because, as the blogger put it, “for some reason a lot of straight men feel incredibly threatened by the whole 'Sex and the City' phenomenon--and just love to attack it?”
Straight men out there--holler! We want to hear from you. And women, too--because I believe they can also distinguish between good movies and bad. To believe otherwise--that they'd blindly gush over anything that purported to be “about them” onscreen, no matter how lame and vacuous, simply out of female solidarity--is the greater condescension, I think.
The gals who are the natural demographic of Sex and the City are no simpering, simple-minded violets. They, too, can recognize crap--or excellence, as the case may be--when they see it. So let's hear it from them, and never mind the damn critics. Dearies, how are Carrie and company this time around?