Excerpt from the funniest, cuntiest, most on-the-nose review of Sex and the City 2 you will read:
SATC2takes everything that I hold dear as a woman and as a human—working hard, contributing to society, not being an entitled cunt like it’s my job—and rapes it to death with a stiletto that costs more than my car. It is 146 minutes long, which means that I entered the theater in the bloom of youth and emerged with a family of field mice living in my long, white mustache. This is an entirely inappropriate length for what is essentially a home video of gay men playing with giant Barbie dolls.
Despite agreeing entirely with the review, I still loved the movie. I’ve been playing with my Carrie Bradshaw doll since I was 18. Deal with it.