By Betsy Sharkey
Los Angeles Times
LOS ANGELES — If only they’d called it “Almost No Sex and Very Little City,” at least we would know what we were in for with “Sex and the City 2.”
In this second screen incarnation of the fabulous HBO series, the satire is sagging, the irony’s atrophied and the funny is flabby. Yes, the clothes are more fabulous than ever, but Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte have misplaced their chic and sassy and become, gulp, too ordinary and desperate.
Still, the women are not anywhere as desperate as the movie itself, which fails its stars and its many obsessive fans, unless everyone was waiting for the AARP version. Writer/director Michael Patrick King, who’s been behind the wheel since “Sex’s” first stirrings, is clearly driven by love — but baby, sometimes love just ain’t enough.