Sex and the City 2
"The most stupid, most racist, most polluting and women-hating film of the year"
Hurry hurry - on at the local Orfeas now. The London Evening Standard's Andrew O'Hagan delivering some wonderful quote-bites: And sure as nuts, it’s not long before the condoms come out and the Dior T-shirts come out, every frame driven by the dull-minded assumption that any country without slingbacks is a nation in chains, that any country where the women don’t shout about screwing, or behave like materialistic whores, is a country where women are enslaved. Feedback: This is what I like best about my blog: I post some half-hearted effort and shazam! some clever clued Lifestyle Guru rescues it with the Real McCoy: OK Mag's razor-totin' PhilmGuy, Phil Villarreal, is the rreal deal when he shows how, Throughout the 146-minute running time the monsters top one another with dreadful puns, revolting sexual innuendo and strained catch-phrase inventions, such as “interfriendtion.” At one point, Swamp Thing is on an airplane and grabs a date off a plate. There’s an infinitesimal pause as you cringe, wondering if she’ll actually say what you think she’s about to say, and then, yes, she remarks that she just left and “already has got a date,” prompting her evil companions into a hideous cackle. You stare at your watch: still 90 minutes to go." Thanks for that gem to the hawk-eyed Princess Puella d'Anonyme. Wot modern womanhood means ~ And from the Boss of Me, lovely Lindy West writing in my fave Seattle reading, The Stranger, watched "146 Minutes of Sex and the City 2 and All I Got Was This Religious Fundamentalism". As BoM says, nota bene the final payoff line. Ground-breaking for baby boomers: I'm a fair man. I'll run the roobish write-ups along with the rest. Someone called Liz Hoggard in the Evening Standard thinks One more time: Your movie has lain itself on the rock of female self-loathing, asked late-capitalism to gang-bang it, please, and then drown it in a bukkake-tsunami of product placement. This is not a movie but an advertising medium strangely complicit in its own rape and murder." Bang on stuff. My ticket is booked for the Република Србија première. Should be fireworks ... wait, that's the burning of FIFA in effigy. 'Nuther city. "Ugly on the inside
"Most horror films try to get you with shock value, loud scores and copious gore. But not Sex and the City 2, which grinds away your suspension of disbelief and confronts you with the prospect of endless mental torture.
"its celebration of mature flesh is radical. And totally on the zeitgeist."
See what I mean? The gobbledy-gook's out there. English gobby-goo, to boot, bless it."A cheerless, broken sham.
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Here with another:
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/burkas-and-birkins/Content?oid=4132715
Read it for the closing line.
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