After you watch the sequel you might ask yourself: This is it? Their deepest worry at the end is getting to the airport in Abu Dhabi (to fly back home) early enough – so they don’t have to fly coach. Yeah, coach sucks, sitting between fat Bill from Idaho and the stingy NPR lady that brings her nasty tahini sandwich on the plane and judges you for knocking down a couple of stiff ones on the flight sucks, we get it. But common, no?

The wardrobe is simply fabulous and it’s all about the clothes – not the accessories. In the first film there were belts with every outfit, lots of handbags (Chanel and YSL), and gladiators (like the black Dior that Carrie wore in the first scene that sold out before they hit the floor).  The lead accessory in the sequel is a headpiece – don’t mind if I do. From a beautiful black bandeau Carrie wears in Stanford’s wedding to a turban in a desert scene. There are beautiful shoes, but they’re there to accompany the outfit – not to make the outfit, i.e. the tri-color Louboutin on Charlotte in her full on pink Dior look.

Do we want more obstacles in this film to overcome? Not necessarily, but if there will be another sequel, we need something to go down so it can come up again. I did miss the big heart from the first film, and yet I do love the fact that the film is more about being a comedy now. We do have the pleasure of experiencing the real stuff we can relate to so well. The film does a great job at showing us the reality of their daily lives and there’s something there for every woman to relate to. Whether it’s not being heard by male coworker, the emotional strain of being a mother, menopause, and/or the sparkle or the lack of it in our marriages. How to keep it alive? If you don’t pay attention to it – it will shift to something a woman might not be so ready for. Well, not if she’s all about staying in love – like some of us are.

OK. The forbidden kiss. The kiss is a big deal and in my opinion it is cheating, but we do understand the fact that Carrie acts on it – especially after being tanked by the New Yorker. Believe me I’ve been there (well, the Village Voice and Time Out).

In the wardrobe, we’re seeing everything from a Keith Haring third eye dress on Samatha to a flowy beautiful Hermes gown on Miranda. There’s a lot of Halston – go figure. Now that our lead star is the president of this iconic New York fashion house and the fact that Liza Minnelli is a “single lady” in the film – Halston is the only way. Carrie also wears a couple of Halston Heritage dresses – the new fusion line by Halston. Very chic and doesn’t break the bank

Everyone should see the film – but King, please throw us a heavy bone to dig up in No. 3.

P.S. Please make a note of the closet scene with Carrie as she packs for Abu Dhabi- look at the shoes on the shelf. Notice anything? To me they look like a bunch of pairs in size 39 or 40 – really, that’s Carrie’s size? Or did they just get a bunch of model sizes to throw on the shelf? Some of us do pay attention to the details.

Happy Sex And The City 2 weekend (or Memorial Day weekend)!

Sausage-Snatcher

There’s something similar about the Icelandic Santa Clauses (the Yule Lads) and the men in episodes of Sex And The City. The Yule Lads all have single-minded agendas and (some of them) go by the names: Door-Slammer, Paddle-Licker, Sausage-Snatcher and Shorty. They come to town one-by-one beginning 13 days before Christmas. Every night the children put their shoes in the windows hoping for a treat from each and every Yule Lad. The gifts are clearly from the parents and are not always exciting. I remember ending up with the same kind of cookies my mother had baked earlier that week.

The men in Sex And The City, regardless of their birth names, become known by names like, Ass-Licker, Overeater, Spanker and Shorty. They, too, have single-minded agendas and become intrigued by women in fabulous shoes. They’re notorious for taking what they want and giving back something the women don’t always want. Some of those men stop only by for one night and continue to the next pair of shoes they are intrigued by.

If we take this comparison to the next level by saying that the men in Sex And The City are actually out there in real life – are we saying that all single men are like the Icelandic Yule lads? Unfortunately, I’ve witnessed some scary traits in the past and continue to do so now through my single friends: there’s a guy who likes to text message pictures of his package to girls he has just met; there’s a guy who grabs his balls during a climactic moment; and then there’s the obsessed guy who parks outside the house to spy. These are just a few examples. I believe what we have here are: Package-Texter, Ball-Grabber, and the Creepy-Peeper.