“This review is written for people who have either seen the movie or people who do not wish to see it.  I did see Sex and the City, and pretty much hated it.  I will explain, just hear me out.  I found a few scenes funny, I found one scene hilarious, and a few moments sweet (kind of, I just wasn’t buying it).  I enjoyed some beautiful interiors, clothing, and some fine acting.  What surprised me was that I found it offensive and the film actually bugged the crap out of me.  
    
I am not easily offended (language-please, nudity-whatever, sexual content-I can deal with it).  I was offended by the shallowness, and the stupidity.  I am fully aware that the movie was made to satisfy fans of the television show, and nothing more than pretty fluff with lots of labels and over-the-top fashion.  I just thought the fans deserved a smarter screenplay, and funnier dialog.  Could the fact that they minimized the scenes that SJP and KC shot together have been any more obvious?  Many fans of the TV show are friends of mine who are smart and wonderful.  I think they deserved better.  I was not expecting to like this movie, but I did not expect that it would bother me so much.  I thought I would be OK with it.  I was not, and I found it depressing.
   
Prime example: During the scene when Big takes Carrie into her custom closet, it hit me hard.  “This is grotesque!” I thought.  Here is woman finding joy in a closet the size of my great room.  A place of honor to place all of her fancy designer clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories, nearly half of which were to me, ugly and tasteless. 
   
The whole closet was winter white with fancy custom drawers and glass doors for each unit of hanging clothes.  The shoe rack (simple rods of brushed aluminum) was as wide and as high as my bedroom.  How was Carrie ever going to reach the shoes on the top levels?  No custom ladder was present.  I would have gone with the sliding kind, you know, like in a library.  Also there was no large, white, upholstered poof in the center for Carrie to sit down, put on her shoes, and admire her ten thousand things.  Where was the princess poof?!?  (Maybe that would have been moved in later with all her designer stuff.)  I do have to say the closet did have some pretty mirror mosaic trim which I thought was a nice touch.  Not a lot, just enough to say, “This closet could have paid for three Habitat for Humanity homes.”  Now that’s high living.
 
As Carrie Bradshaw is left at the altar (again) a half hour into the movie (which to me seemed like an hour), I turned my head to the person sitting next to me and quietly said, “ That's what you get for being so fucking shallow and self-absorbed."  This statement made my friend crack up out loud.
 
Don’t get me wrong, I like Sarah Jessica Parker.  She is a beautiful and very talented woman who needs to eat a little more.  I respect her as an actor.  I also respect her as a fashion icon.  Her taste is quite a bit better than the movie’s costume designer.  I just did not like her character very much.  In fact, found none of the characters in the movie to be especially likable.
   
I will not go into the rest of the film, but I did realize why it bothered me so much.  Sex and the City is nothing more than a mirror.  It is a reflection of pop culture in American society relating to successful, urban women of a certain age range.  It is a reflection I would rather not look at.    Even though the girls cared for each other and looked out for each other, blah, blah, blah ... those few scenes were not enough for me. The script was not very funny.  For me, it mostly showed behavior I would be better off without-being superficial, materialistic, and self-absorbed (the latter of which gets to the heart of it all). 

I am not superficial, or very materialistic, but I am a self-absorbed person.  I try not to be every day, but I still am.  I have improved some over the years, but basically I am still a self-absorbed drama queen ... just like Carrie Bradshaw.  This is not why I was offended, but it is why the movie bothered me.  Being self-absorbed may be a lot of fun sometimes, but it always leads to suffering and “Woe is me, me, me!”  This is very human and very me.  I also love fashion!  I do not care much about labels, but I do like to look good.  Maybe the mirror showed me how I am shallow, too.  At least I have taste.  Some of those outfits were hideous!”

Becky Fisher