
I really wanted to love you. And you're so bad, but not so bad that it's good.


Equal opportunity stereo typing; tons of bad taste jokes; actor's faces too frozen with cosmetic manipulation; performances phoned in; directing as non dimensional as it can get; costume design bloated and disappointing; set design non engaging.
Still my darling SATC2 I'll tell my friends to rent you on DVD, or go see you at the movies. You are mindless soulless drivel, and sometimes that's all we need.
I will always love you dear Sex and the City, even though this time you couldn't love me back.
Your friend,
Visual Vamp

Most of the movie looks like an old Hope-Crosby road movie filmed on a back lot and a sound stage.
The exterior of the building Carrie and Big live in made me smile, an homage (whether the creators know it or not) to the exterior of the home of the original (and still the best) single New York girl about town, one Miss Holly Golightly.

The green stripe canopy on Carrie and Big's apartment reminded me of the green stripe awnings on Holly's brownstone.

What can I say about Carrie and Big's apartment?

You are either one kind of person or the other: you spend your money putting designer clothes on your back, or you spend your money on your house. Which are you?


There's a scene where Carrie goes back to her old apartment, a place she keeps for writing, because God knows she can't find a private place in her new huge zillion room digs on the Upper East Side while Big spends the day at the office, and she spends the day doing what?

The furnishings are luxe for sure, but the whole apartment feels dark and dreary.


Murano lamps, and designer wallpaper don't lift the mood.

Carrie loves and caresses the purple silk drapes in her bedroom.


There are a couple of interesting lighting fixtures.


Stylelist (with Lydia Marks)
Huffington Post (with Pat Fields)
Elle Decor
Feministe (hear what some of the ladies of the dessert have to say about Sex and The City 2)
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