Sex and The City - Not So Sexy

I know I'm a little late with this post, but life happens right? Five and a half years ago after my daughter was born and I was up at random times in the night to feed her, I discovered Sex and the City. Carrie Bradshaw and the gang brought much needed comic relief to that exhausting season of my life. There were no confusing plot twists or tense dramatic dialogue- just unapologetic comedy, over the top fashion and once in a while, a little bit of romance. I was inspired by the whimsical wardrobes of the somewhat lovable characters. I must admit that I do see some Carrie Bradshaw in the way I dress now.

When the first Sex and The City movie premiered, I got exactly what I expected- a 1/2 hour plot stretched to feature length to provide a healthy dose of flighty fashion and Mr. Big.

Sex and The City 2 was hardly tolerable. Over the top fashion became big top fashion- as in circus clowns. (I hope I'm not offending any clowns) If one is going to use fashion as the sole purpose of producing a film, you would assume that you would hire a stylist with taste. My five year old dresses her Barbie dolls with more panache.

Fashion woes were not the film's only downfall. The writers morphed Carrie Bradshaw into an unsatisfied, whiny wife who's main beef with her husband is that he orders in too much! Samantha's typical vulgarity was taken to a whole new level of tacky and pornographic. Kristin Davis and Cynthia Nixon stole the show easily by simply being recognizable as women.

If you are waiting for Sex and The City 2 to come out on dvd, I would advise you to skip it. Let's just remember it fondly and watch old seasons when we need a fix. The new movie will only make you wonder why you were ever a fan.