Sex and the City 2: The Gay Man’s Fantasy

RyRy and I went to see Sex and the City II tonight. I spent the entire week listening to horrible reviews for the movie on the radio, but I knew that the movie was fabulous when one review called it “a gay man’s fantasy about how women act.”

Sign me up!

The theater packed with screaming girls in stilettos was worth the price of admission. The Minneapolis girls pretended to be from Miami for one night and the crowd was rowdy, fun, and responsive to the movie.

The movie was enjoyable and visually appealing aside from a few uncomfortable shots of Sarah Jessica’s starving granny chest. I whispered, “Cover it up girl! Bra Bra ra-ah ah!” and our row burst out laughing.

I did not take the film too seriously. This is Sex and the City, not Revolutionary Road. It was like a long, fabulous TV episode, and all the critics who bitched about the characters are missing the point: fashion, shoes, hair, and glamour.

There are also great cameos by Liza Minnelli (performing Single Ladies) and Miley Cyrus. Goodness.

After the movie, RyRy and I went to Perkins where we had a fierce Indian waiter with bleached hair. I think he stepped straight out the movie…oh what a hilarious night!