Sex and the City 2: Sexist Reviews, O.K. Show.
by Meredith O'Brien
*Warning, minor Sex and the City 2 spoilers ahead*
Okay, so it wasn’t as bad as ALL THAT. It wasn’t Glitter for God’s sake. Geez film reviewers, hate much?
As I stepped into the theater to plunk my hard-earned cash onto the counter to pay for admission to see Sex and the City 2, I carried in my head the brutal reviews I’d read in newspapers and online journals lampooning the latest frolic featuring the four pampered ladies of Manhattan as they embarked on a well-heeled platinum jaunt to Abu Dhabi.
One review in my local newspaper set the tone for me before I even set foot in the movie house. The writer observed, “. . . [T]he once-fab foursome of Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte have gone from confident and independent 30-something women to neurotic, self-indulgent middle-aged shrews.” Just for fun, I looked up the definition of the word “shrew” in my dictionary; it read, “a nagging, evil-tempered woman.”
A writer for Salon took out his knife and hacked away: “This bloated, incoherent movie mimics a SATC episode in structure -- vague social relevance at the beginning and the end, conspicuous consumption in the middle -- with virtually none of the wit or panache, and seems devoted to destroying our affection for these characters . . . Big is something else, a shambling, half-dead ghoul enslaved to a demonic harridan.” My dictionary defined “harridan” as: “a nasty, bad-tempered old woman.” FYI, Carrie Bradshaw is in her 40s.
Okay, so I, personally, was not a fan of the trip to Abu Dhabi thing or the karaoke number the foursome did while at a posh Middle Eastern resort where they sang the 70s feminist anthem “I Am Woman.” (Cringe-inducing given the paucity of women’s rights in that region, but this is escapist fantasy, right?) I also wasn’t especially fond of the too-long wedding sequence at the beginning. However I didn’t expect SATC to be all dark and twisty and plumb the depths of my soul for the meaning of marriage, commitment and long-term romance. I expected sheer fluff and ridiculously out of touch clothing that I not only cannot afford but most of which I wouldn’t wear if all the clothing I owned had been set on fire.