It's unfortunate that SatC2 had to be so unfortunate. I really wanted to like it. And, while I caught a couple of glimpses of the girls and types of scenes I liked so much on the series, this was a far, far cry from what I love about the show. I almost wanted to cry about how bad it was, but I chose to laugh instead. Well, except when I was sitting there terrified that Liza was going to collapse during her performance of that one Beyonce song about putting a ring on it. Liza singing Beyonce = Disturbing.
There isn't much to say that hasn't already been said in countless reviews. The movie was silly. It was culturally offensive. It was wasteful, and it shows extreme wastefulness. It didn't feel like an escape to anything, except embarrassment. It turns out that rich, bored wives with nothing better to do than create needless and immature drama aren't all that likable. The ladies seem olderish in this movie, which I appreciate, but it makes their shenangins look way too young for their age. Grow, dammit! And...there was a karaoke scene. In SatC3, maybe the ladies will sing into hair brushes in the assisted living center. I am woman, hear me roar. Not.
I don't regret seeing the movie. I just won't see it again. I had fun with my friends. The theater was nearly empty, so we could comment freely, and I sent out some text messages. Getting caught up on correspondence felt good. We danced Irish jigs in our seats when Irish music accompanied certain scenes. Em and I glommed on to the term "interfrention" and are going to add that to the side of my Intervention van, so that's a plus. :-)
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