Stereotypes in the City 2

********** SPOILER ALERT **********

If you haven't yet seen Sex & The City 2 and plan on doing so, then STOP READING IMMEDIATELY.

If you have, or if you have no intention of doing so, then feel free to read on.



So.

$10.50 for the movie ticket.

$4.00 for the popcorn.

(I brought my water and chocolate from home).

146 minutes of four middle aged women on a giant screen later...

and it is blindingly clear that when it comes to stereotypes, time has stood still for the SATC gals.

Let's look at the positives first:

Yes, there was Aidan. And he looked hot. Smokin' hot.

Yes, there was the hot guy from Spooks. However this also falls into the negative category. But for now, let's focus on the fact that his beautiful face was up there on the big screen. May there be many more occurrences of this. He is a fine, fine actor and gorgeous to boot. Don't know what his missus was thinking.

Yes, there were plenty of great shoes and fab fashion.

Yes, there was Liza. With a 'Z'. And she was awesome.

Yes, there were all the quirky quips and one-liners that I loved about the TV series. In particular, I really liked Samantha's quip to Charlotte that she suffers through goes to kids' birthday parties... so the least Charlotte could do is find time for a girls' holiday. I'm saving that comment up for next time one of my friends with kids uses it as an excuse for not doing something.

And yes, they showed that these women might have it all (money, shoes, impossibly fabulous houses and men who adore them), but really, they're just like us.

That's a lie.

They're not just like us. Or not like me anyway... because I'm not a narrow minded American who thinks that every country in the world should be like America and fuck their individual culture.

Clearly that's the view of the GUY who wrote this piece of shit.

No wonder the United Arab Emirates refused to let them film there... if they even glanced at the script for a nano second, they would have been offended at the way they were being portrayed.

Almost every stereotype of the Middle East was lampooned in this film. For example if you ever wondered just how a Muslim woman wearing a niqāb might eat a bowl of fries, never fear. It's all condescendingly explained to you by Miranda, straight from her trusty Abu Dhabi guide book.

Although I have to say, Miranda was the most tolerable of the lot of them. I wanted to punch Samantha and her "I'm American, I can walk around your country half-naked if I want to" attitude... at the point in the film where she's at the souk and flashing around condoms at the locals I was sitting open mouthed in disgust.

And as much as I love Raza Jaffrey, I don't know how he could possibly bear to be in the scenes he was in playing the stereotyped character he was playing. If it wasn't for his acting ability, his character would have been totally laughable, but he turned it into a performance by a fine actor who had very, very little to work with in the way of a decent script.

Oh and the nanny. Of course they had to make the nanny a lesbian, didn't they? Because there's no way they could have a nanny who was beautiful and straight and didn't try and hit on the dad. I did have a small smirk at the Jude Law joke though. I wonder what Sienna thought?

Anyway, I have so much more to say on this film, but it's late and I need to go to bed because I'm working tomorrow. Or should I say today. It being about 12.36am.

Feel free to add your opinions if you've seen it... or not.

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