
I saw the long and ever-so-eagerly awaited Sex and the City 2 yesterday and I know critics have slated it and people I've spoken to are 50:50 about it, but I personally loved it.
Why?
Probably more so because of those £2000 Louboutins, that Birkin, Carrie's infamous Halston dress and Samantha's amazing hareems that girls everywhere should be trying to get their hands on. The clothes alone definitely more than make the film - those four girls can wear anything and still look fabulous at any time of the day, regardless of the situation facing them. I probably spent a good three quarters of it sat open-mouthed, wishing I could wear clothes like they do all of the time. The setting of it makes for fabulous viewing too; Abu Dhabi isn't the most obvious of choices and I did find myself pondering why they were even there but it did, admittedly, have spectacular scenery, an opening to a whole new culture and, of course, a couple of obligatory unique experiences involved!
Okay, so perhaps the storyline isn't as strong as it could have been, but so what? The $7 million clothes budget outweighs that and somehow makes the justification worth it! There are a few heart-wrenching moments throughout it but it didn't have as much as an emotional effect on me as the first one did, but, it did teach me about friendship and loyalty - it made me think and it made me thankful. Charlotte, Miranda, Samantha & Carrie have been to hell and back together (I know, I know, it's only make pretend!) but their friendship is still commendable and if anything, it makes me want to make sure I hold onto the few girlfriends I have now for the next 50 years.
And, I, along with every other girl around the world, want to work even harder so I can live in a fabulous New York apartment, be a successful author and work freelance for Vogue while still having time to spend ridiculous amounts on clothes and cocktails.
(Yes, I am one of those materialistic so-and-so's who wants EVERYTHING featured within every SATC episode and film but understands it won't ever happen, but hey, a girl can dream.)


