I love Ebert's takedown of Sex and The City 2, especially this:
The movie's visual style is arthritic. Director Michael Patrick King covers the sitcom dialogue by dutifully cutting back and forth to whoever is speaking. A sample of Carrie's realistic dialogue in a marital argument: "You knew when I married you I was more Coco Chanel than coq au vin." Carrie also narrates the film, providing useful guidelines for those challenged by its intricacies. Sample: "Later that day, Big and I arrived home."
He does note that there is an swful lot of "boobage" in the film, such that "male couch potatoes dragged to the film against their will may find some consolation.".
I'm (not surprisingl)y not a fan of the series or the franchise. Over the last 10 years these four ladies have shown us their stereotypical gay friends, archetypal boyfriends and slept with every man in New York under the guise of "feminism". And now I'm supposed to pay 8 bucks to see them do the same thing in Abu Dhabi?