London’s, Leister Square, undulated this Thursday with the egregious, gorgeous and glamorous as the eagerly anticipated, Sex and the City 2 was premiered before crowds of fanatical fans of Carrie Bradshaw protégés and rapt, ravenous reviewers alike.
The perturbing, protruding physiognomy of the visually malnourished porcelain princess of the movie’s protagonist, Sarah Jessica Parker was attired in a coquettish, corseted creation of bundled black beauty hitched in a thigh revealing manner and flowing flawlessly to the red carpet below. She was the very picture of a professional, modern tread-setter as were her gloriously bedecked companions as they posed for press photographs on their arrival to their latest blockbuster offering.
The critical vultures have already torn the body of this film to shreds in disappointment and frustration as this shallow sequel’s success soars in revenue and ratings. Apparently falling prey to the ‘second movie’ curse the production has been granted clemency due to the devotion and love inspired by its forerunning series ringing in an impressive £17million on its maiden viewing in U.S. box offices. This proves that the pen is not mightier than the media when renowned and reliable reviewers such as the Guardian’s, Peter Bradshaw slated it as “Misjudged and quite incredibly boring”.
The massive, hit series of, Sex and the City (running from 1998 – 2004), following the fun and frolics of New York columnist, Carrie Bradshaw as her personal progression as a forward thinking, independent and confident women revealed poignant epiphanies into the life and times of woman in the workplace and appealed to her readers insecurities, desires and guilty pleasures.
The unedited honesty and freedom of conversation and introspection that flowed in her quirky group of bosom friends attracted a repressed and curious audience to faithfully tune into her latest love antics and relationship recipes as the show rose in stature and the characters rose in their private understandings of the big, bad world on our doorsteps.
Being a traitorous, sometime only viewer I am more inclined to trust the critic’s voice on this girly guide to expression, self love and sensuality and am not privy to a precious, previewed position. However to the best of my knowledge this comedic romp follows the trails and tribulations of a claustrophobic, spirited girlfriend who found her match in ‘Mr. Big’ (Chris Noth) and her long-time friends each probing their own problems and positions, whether it be parenting or promotion and climaxes in an impromptu, all expenses paid trip to Abu Dhabi…