This review is pretty awesome. Money quote:
SATC2 takes everything that I hold dear as a woman and as a humanworking hard, contributing to society, not being an entitled c**t like it's my joband rapes it to death with a stiletto that costs more than my car. It is 146 minutes long, which means that I entered the theater in the bloom of youth and emerged with a family of field mice living in my long, white mustache. This is an entirely inappropriate length for what is essentially a home video of gay men playing with giant Barbie dolls.
I once watched Béla Tarr's Sátántangó, the legendary, gloomy black-and-white Hungarian film that lasts for seven and a half hours. Compared to the Abu Dhabi section of Sex And The City 2, Sátántangó zips past like an episode of Spongebob Squarepants.
I haven't seen it after being forced to watch the first one. I hadn't seen any of them until Aaron made me watch them as I was immobile from a hernia operation a few years' back. The series had its moments. The movies? I'd rather have pins stuck in my eyeballs.