Sex and the City

There may be a problem with a film when a narrator constantly tells you the meaning of what you have just seen, gift-wrapping each scene with a moral.

There may be a problem with characters who shop with such conviction while the audience looks up from the trough of a credit crunch. There may be a problem with stretching Sex and the City into a two hour and twenty minute film - it can feel like a never ending dinner party: however pleasant the courses, after a while you can hardly eat another one.

None of these problems seemed apparent to the women who sat around me in the cinema in Leicester Square, laughing and weeping in quick succession. After a while I began to reason like one of the characters: maybe the problem was me.
This was posted on Times Online.

I have to say that I heard a lot of negatives reviews of the movie, but absolutely loved it. I have watch Sex and the City religious when it first came out I own almost every series and loved the shows. There were moments watching the movie when I was laughing, crying, laughing so hard I could not breath, surprised, and just feeling good. It was a great chick flick and also date movie. My husband who once in awhile would also watch Sex with me on Sundays went to see the movie this weekend. He really enjoyed it also. Check it out if you are or are not fans of Sex and the City.