Sex And The City 2: Meh.

Yesterday evening, myself and Himself's sister took ourselves off to Dundrum to see Sex And The City 2 courtesy of Kellogg's Special K. 

The pre-movie reception was fab, as Harvey Nichols bar and restaurant played host to gaggles of women (and a few bemused-looking boyfriends) and we were plied with cosmopolitans and prosecco and vino and icing-laden cupcakes and mini burgers and bite-sized fish and chips.

The movie itself, well, not so much.

I loved the original TV series - yes, even the early episodes with Carrie's cringey to camera dialogue - and thoroughly enjoyed the first movie outing, so I'd been looking forward to SATC2 for ages. Now, I'm not going to do an in-depth review and risk getting into spoiler territory, but I knew within the first few minutes that I wasn't going to be crazy about it. The whole thing kicks off with a storyline that I found completely implausable and manages to work in a serious contender for Worst Irish Accent of All Time. It was clearly pulled straight out of Darby O'Gill - I'm pretty sure the line "And arragh sure how would you be this grand begorrah day?" was uttered - and drew groans from right across the audience.

Things did improve after those first 10 or 15 minutes, and the lavish costume changes were enjoyable and the sets were rather gorgeous, but this still isn't a patch on either the TV series or the first film. I thought the characters felt one-dimensional and good storylines were thin on the ground.

Just dial down your expectations - way down - before going to see it, be prepared for the Oirish bit, and sure, be the hokey, you'll be grand.


PSSST - Elle Decor have a big spread about the interiors in the movie here, and you can hit up Habitually Chic and HGTV for some additional images of Carrie and Big's apartment.