Cancel the close-ups. Let’s stick to the wide-angle shots.
Overstaying its welcome at nearly 2 1/2 hours…part of the action occurs in the desert, which inadvertently proves apt, since the oases of enjoyable moments — and they do exist — suffer from being spaced too widely in what’s otherwise a long, arid trek.
Let me get this straight: the film is a comedy devoid of "enjoyable moments" (i.e. laughs) involving four women who are too old to procreate as they look for sex in a barren desert. A film can’t have that many ironic overtones by accident.
Perhaps my court-appointed therapist was right, and my contempt for this franchise and its fan base stems from a deep-seated misogyny rather than any legitimate problems with the writing, acting, directing and marketing involved with these awful films.
Eh, what the hell does she know? Am I right, fellas? (Variety)
*Note: My original title for this piece was Sex and the City 2: The Adventures of Barren Von Muffhausen.