And another thing? This negative review of Sex and the City 2 is hilarious:
Sex and the City 2 makes Phyllis Schlafly look like Andrea Dworkin. Or that super-masculine version of Cynthia Nixon that Cynthia Nixon dates. Or, like, Ralph Nader (wait, bad example—Schlafly totally does look like Ralph Nader in a granny wig). SATC2 takes everything that I hold dear as a woman and as a human—working hard, contributing to society, not being an entitled cunt like it’s my job—and rapes it to death with a stiletto that costs more than my car. It is 146 minutes long, which means that I entered the theater in the bloom of youth and emerged with a family of field mice living in my long, white mustache. This is an entirely inappropriate length for what is essentially a home video of gay men playing with giant Barbie dolls.
Also, there are two scenes of Carrie and Big watching old movies in bed. The first movie I was able to identify as It Happened One Night, and I’m not sure if it was in the second instance or if it was another movie like His Girl Friday. In any case, it doesn’t help a crap movie to show your characters watching really good movies because then all your audience (read: me) wants to do is run out and see those movies instead.