I loved Sex and the City the show; however, the first SATC film shat upon the memory of my beloved show, forsaking sex, love, and, above all else, friendship for a film where a main character defecates in her pants. I couldn’t put my finger on why the first film rubbed me the wrong way—it was almost as if the characters that worked so well on the small screen became gross caricatures that were unwelcome to me at the Cineplex. So, going into the sequel, I had high hopes that this film could resuscitate the story for me. Luckily no one pooped their pants, but Michael Patrick King and Sarah Jessica Parker most certainly took a dump on those dreams.

SATC 2 picks up where the last film ended: Carrie (Parker) and Big (Chris Noth) are settling into marriage, while deciding on what wedded bliss looks like sans baby; Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) and Steve (David Eisenberg) are juggling Miranda’s hectic work schedule and angry boss with their family life; Charlotte (Kristin Davis) is struggling with the trials and tribulations of raising two young daughters; and Samantha (Kim Catrall) is trying to stave off menopause by ingesting hormones by the fistful. So when Samantha gets offered an all expenses paid vacay to Abu Dhabi, she brings her ladies for extravagant lady bonding and wacky shenanigans. While in the Middle East, Carrie runs into old flame Aidan (John Corbett) and old emotions resurface.

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