I went with two gorgeous gal pals, I dressed in a pretty, an' sweet Charlotte-type dress, paired with sweeeeet shoes. My (fake) Jimmy Choo bag on my arm I sauntered in to the theater hoping all eyes were on me. I'll admit it.
The movie was everything I expected if you looked at the surface. Glitz, grammar, high fashion and drama. It's upon further reflection I realize they are trying to preach. The lesson my friends is that the Middle East is hopelessly backward and can't accept condom distributing sluts. Go figure.
If you want to see how badly Sarah Jessica Parker is aging this movie is for you. The close-ups are disturbing. I am saying this as a fan of the lady, I always loved her charms, her hair and her petite frame. I felt she was super cute. Her make-up artist did her no favours in this movie. In one scene she's rimmed her eyes with kohl and looking at herself in a mirror - she looked frighteningly close to this lady. Click if you dare. Please click - humour me.
Samantha was as slutty as ever and was given fantastic lines like "He's the Lawrence of my labia." Ya...
I watched this a bit from our lovely Bhetti's eyes, not sure what her reaction would be as a woman of Muslim faith, but I couldn't help but shudder at the way her faith was being portrayed. At the end of the movie some women remove their abaya's to reveal Louis Vuitton's spring collection -kinda cool. The issue for me is how they bash their men and are thrilled Samantha's outrageous display will keep them upset for years. Her display includes picking up tons of condoms from the town souk markets ground after breaking her purse and spilling them, then thrusting her middle finger in the men's faces when they react in shock. Plus she chose to wear short shorts purposely to piss them off. Classy.
I liked the first movie much better, they weren't preachy or pissy. Recommend? Nope.
