Director: Michael
Patrick King
Cast: Sarah Jessica Parker, Kim Cattrall, Kristin Davis and Cynthia
Nixon
Releasing in cinemas 2 June 2010
Rated: MA 15+
The formula's a
little rusty now
It must be a good
feeling to know you have a sure fire hit before you even make the film.
Because of the success of the popular TV series and the first Sex
and The City movie, you can be sure that any bullets fired by unwary
film critics at Sex and The City 2 will go wide of their target.
The proven formula and hype makes for big box office revenue.
Loaded with
chick appeal, the film features more fashion changes than Coco Chanel
ever thought possible (or indeed desirable) - not to mention the shoes.
Reputedly the fashions and accessories for the picture billed out at $13
million, more than the total budget for many Aussie productions. Frankly
the film runs about 30 minutes too long and has dull patches but it still
covers all bases for the anticipated audience. The opening scenes are
awash with Jewish humour at a gay wedding, there’s a ‘maze
of menopause’ jokes from Samantha, and a sly tilt at Middle Eastern
customs. The girls look older; though not much wiser.
It begins with a sumptuous wedding spectacle like something from the 30’s,
as Carrie's friends Stanford (Willie Garson) and Anthony (Mario Canton)
get married, happily jazzed up as Liza Minnelli moves it during a big
band number in a guest cameo. Penelope Cruz also manages a quick appearance.
For a while we’re treated to something of the original frothy and
slightly raunchy material.
Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) and Big (Chris North) argue over prosaic
domestic matters, Samantha (Kim Cattrall) keeps an open eye on younger
male prospects, Charlotte (Kristin Davis) is concerned her hubby might
be attracted by the well-endowed family nanny’s bra-less frolicking,
and Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) is dumping her legal job.
Samantha cons a free trip for the friends to Abu Dhabi. After some touristy
shots around the exclusive hotel, and a stomp through the sands in high
heels, Carrie meets old boyfriend Aidan (John Corbett) in the spice market;
while Samantha, flaunting everything she’s got, soon runs foul of
the conservative local law enforcement. Naturally it all ends up just
swell when they return home.
Sex and the City 2 lacks much of the zip of the first film outing
of the fashionistas. After a flash opening, things settle down to a plodding
middle act only picking up again at the end. Of course, young women will
be entranced by the endless exotic fashions, even if they’d hardly
be game to wear them in Collins Street on a dark night.
I’m putting my head on the chopping block by not being a great fan
of Sarah Jessica - my favourite recollection of that lady was in the Steve
Martin comedy L.A. Story (1991) where she played the bouncing
unstoppable teenager. Kim Cattrall (The Ghost Writer) provides
a comic libidinous aura to her flamboyant Samantha, and steals scenes
for me at least.
Writer/director Michael Patrick King again follows the established pattern
but fails to hold it together and allows scenes to run overtime. The pacing
is - in a word - uneven. It pales against the first movie outing in 2008
of the fab girls. Cinematography and technical production spiffy to the
standards one expects from Hollywood blockbusters. The sets and fashions
glow with a technicolor radiance, and I should put in a special word for
the makeup and hairstyle artists, who clearly worked overtime.
It might be argued that the girls’ conspicuous consumer spending
in an era of financial gloom throughout the world could be somewhat reprehensible.
That’s not a view likely to be shared by the enthusiastic femmes
who will flock to buy tickets. A pity it’s not 3D.