Let’s be Sex and the City 2

I’m the delicious Raza Jaffrey, who should have had much more screen time and a nude scene.

I am Liza just working her ass off dancing and singing to "All the Single Ladies," making everyone watching very depressed instead of charmed and delighted

I'm Liza saying "thish ish jusht like Beyonche"!

I’m Charlotte’s white Valentino skirt. Someone explain to me again why she put me on to make cupcakes with two children.

I’m Abu Dhabi. There’s a lot of me to do.

I'm Lawrence of My Labia

I'm Erin Go Braless.

I'm the mpviegoer who was overruled in choosing which movie to go to and watched this piece of crap.

I'm the Extended Edition Blu-ray that nobody asked for.

I'm the economic collapse that came as a result of the Bush administration's corruption. Americans were just not really in the mood to watch a bunch of middle aged rich white women spend money like water in an Arabic country while we were waging war in Afghanistan and Iraq and dealing with a world-wide recession in real life.

Escapism is one thing. Rubbing wealth and privilege in the nose of a struggling movie audience is another.

I’m Mario Cantone’s voice, a certified torture device.

I'm Anthony and Stanford, the most obnoxious and mismatched gay couple in film history.

I'm the jokes clearly meant to humiliate Kim Catrall.

I’m that god awful why did they film it karaoke scene.

I'm the camels who are still traumatized by the stinky smelly pussies

I'm this hilarious movie review

I never saw it. I saw the series and the first film (which was okay, but I really don't like SATC in film form). I always think I should watch SATC 2 just to finish he whole shebang, but I never get around to it.

I’m Helen Reddy drinking away the pain after seeing that karaoke rendition of “I Am Woman.”

No, R17, you shouldn’t. It really is as bad as you’ve heard.

I’m SJP’s cringey mom jeans.

I’m Samantha’s dog eared hard cover copy of the Suzanne Somers book improbably shoved into her hand bag and brandished at brunch. What a load of steaming dog shit.

I’m the scent of guilt that will trail Aidan all the way back home to New York. His wife will detect me a mile away.

I’m the can of Arabic Pringles that Carrie nibbles oh-so-daintily midflight.

I’m Samantha’s satchel of vitamins and hormone creams and pills, used in denial of her obvious aging.

I’m Michael T. Weiss wondering where it all went wrong.

I'm the divorce papers that Big is having prepared while that cunt wife of his is off acting like an idiot in a foreign country.

It was okay, but it was no "Where The Boys Are."

I'm the excruciatingly stupid dialogue.

I'm Jennifer Hudson... Excluded because this film already had enough colour from all those middle eastern extras shown on screen.

I’m a zero, as in the number of new film offers the ladies were given as a result of their appearance in this steaming pile of shit.......

I'm the blue tuffet in Carrie's and Big's tastefully appointed apartment.

I'm the condoms that fall from Samantha's handbag I am a symbol of western sexual empowerment. ....or a clue that I'm an aged nymphomaniac.

BUMP!!

Nice hat!

I’m the dude in the background traumatized by having to see this:

I'm the Middle Eastern lady pretending to see her first hard cock and pretend to be offended, knowing that I wanna ride that puppy like my pet camel

I'm the boring, nondescript apartment at r31, which pales in comparison to the showplace they bought in the first movie and then stupidly and unrealistically let sit empty for a year until they stupidly and unrealistically got back together.

Like Carrie would let an expensive pair of shoes sit idle for all of that time!

I’m the audience member yelling “YES” when Carrie asks Big if he wants time apart because she’s a bitch wife who nags him.

I'm struggling to come up with anything to add here since this movie was such a total piece of shit.

R38 You are not alone.

I'm the husband thankful that this came out, because the "better half" is out of the house for three hours with her girlfriends and he can masturbate in peace.

^^^ maybe twice even

I’m the coach middle seats that they were desperately trying to avoid sitting in.

I am the "liberation" the Girls brought to those oppressed islamic women. Now seriously, this movie is so horrendous you actually root for ISIS.

I brought a big Pepsi bottle filled with Cosmopolitans (so basic) to the theater watching this and got shit faced but even though I was wasted I can still remember it as one of the worst movies I've ever seen, and I fucking loved those cunts back in the day

I’m this year’s spring collection!

Loved the series. And everyone was pretending SJP was not most fug thing that ever was on screen!

I'm yams.

I’m Carrie’s painfully close set eyes that are pitifully highlighted with too much eyeliner as she gets ready for her date with Aidan. It was the least sexiest come-hither look in cinema history.

A photo of SJW from another angle than OP's.

I'm Charlotte's hot, blonde nanny that Harry was attracted to. The lazy writers made me into a lesbian rather than give Charlotte a real problem.

I'm Lixa's explanations to everyone that her choreography "ish bashed on my dear old friend Gwen Verdon's for 'Mexshican Breakfasht' for the Ed Shullivan Show in the Shixshtiesh!"

Im the gay bars ruined by drunk, screaming straight women who saw the show and the movies and decided they should hang with us. Because they consider themselves honorary gays you know!

I’m Ron White. Does anyone seriously believe I could be an attorney?

I'm Kim Cattrall, realizing that SJP is a horse cunt who made sure they gave me the worst line in MOVIE HISTORY and I vow to make sure that cunt will not get another million+ payday for the third one.

What line?

R45 = Total White Trash

I think r55 was referring to "Lawrence of my labia." I cringed just writing that.

I’m Cynthia Nixon’s weird teeth, shrill voice screaming WOOO at rugby players, and the irrationally spiked epaulets in the karaoke scene.

I'm Steve's hairy chiseled chest and sinewy physique that Miranda does not appreciate for some reason.

R59 Wasn’t it Samantha with the epaulettes? Horrific, either way.

Exactly r61. No matter who was wearing them, they were godawful.

I'm the hot ass that's fucking Samantha at the end of the movie.

I'm also the only good image in the film after you've seen Liza do Beyoncé, SJP's horse face for 2 hours+, etc.

You may have not made it to the end to see me.

I'm estrogen filled yams.

I’m Brady Brady, ridiculously named once Miranda married Steve.

I'm the red diamond ring, wondering...why am I given to such a whiny, self absorbed, selfish twit... still wanting to behave like a free wheeling single gal about town.

...selfish *married twit ^^

Let’s be not.

I am the poorly paid scriptwriter that career was ruined by SJP and her stupid movie script ideas.

I am Charlotte's nanny.. with flopping breasts for the pleasure of all the daddies.

I'm the Vaseline on the lens that wasn't strong enough to make these old cunts look halfway decent onscreen.

I'm the brain of a viewer of SATC2.... wanting the wasted cells back.

I'm the old Arabic man who said "bitch....I said ten thousand dollars, not ten dollars"

I’m the Camels carrying SJP and Kim Cantrell’s old asses and knowing the script was TRASH

I misspelt Kim’s last name because Whatever. She ain’t doing shit now.

I am SJP's gigantic ego, who also knew the movie was shit.

I'm the cheap, fuggo shoes with the curled toes that Carrie buys at the Sook.

Who wants to be my companion, the tacky eyeliner?

So last year I rewatched the whole series, which I hadn’t watched since they aired. It very quickly became a hate watch. All of them, except Samantha were insufferable :) Anytime Charlotte tried to be sexual, it was just..uncomfortable, Miranda looked like she always had something stuck in her teeth and was extremely bland. Carrie was the absolute worst. Horrible friend, makes every situation about her (when her friends are in crisis) sleeps with Big (and believe me, he’s just as much to blame here) and destroys his marriage...but enough of that, Horseface is having feelings about what it’s all done to her. Just an awful human being.

I'm Big's heart, waiting to explode in the screenplay for the never-to-be third film, so Carrie can be single again.

I'm wishing Big would punch Carrie in the face and kick her in the cunt.

I'm the rolling eyes of the Prada clerk when Carrie says, "I've been cheating on fashion with furniture."

I’m Kim Cattrall, STATING MY BOUNDARIES.

I'm David Eigenberg's ass. If I had made an appearance like in the first movie, this would've been slightly less unwatchable.

I actually liked the first movie and will watch it over again at least once or twice a year. It had a purpose and solid plot for everyone but Charlotte. The 2nd movie was just passionless. We want to see the cast in NYC, not the Middle East. If they had to go abroad, they should have put them in London. That's a city worthy of the movie setting. Cast could have done so much with London since it can compliment New Yorkers. I would include Paris, but STC already covered that in the final season.

I’m the four Maybach sedans that were two too many. These besties can’t carpool?

Right, R85? Nauseatingly, obscenely over the top.

I'm the bucket of oats Carrie eats from for breakfast.

[quote]These besties can’t carpool?

Especially since Carrie & Miranda have to share a bedroom.

I’m the ball gown Carrie wore to the souk.

I'm Jason Lewis' pre-meth face (never to be seen in the movies).

I'm that surprisingly gorgeous look (neck down) that Carrie pulled off with her random dinner with Aiden.

R91 She did wear that dress surprisingly well. It made her look like she had a figure.