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Sex and the City 2
Not to ruin the fun of getting to #1, but here’s a confession: There are things I don’t hate about this movie. Cynthia Nixon is a great comic actress, for one thing. OK, that’s it. I love Cynthia Nixon. Everything else about Sex and the City 2 rewrites what you remember about the (mostly) fabulous HBO series, turning its dependably adult characters into shrieking, jetsetting mannequins with suburbanite taste. Carrie’s TV-sharing problems with Big are eyeroll-worthy, as is her boring non-dalliance with Aidan in Abu Dhabi. Stanford’s marriage to Anthony still makes no sense in theory or in execution, and I apologize to Ms. Minnelli for its senselessness. But worst of all is Charlotte’s storyline, which amounts to anger over her adopted children and how they sometimes stain her white pants. Oh God. Oh God, that was real. Sex and the City 2 is a vacation movie that amounts to one bad, ugly, delirious, unbelievable, unlikable, Pat Field-sponsored trip.
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