The shoes I wore.
Sex and the City premiered my first year in NYC. I followed it with my friends all those seasons. I remember the episode when Samantha cheats on Smith with Richard the scum. During the scene where she's in the elevator looking completely lost and defeated, I recall my BFF
KT and I passing back and forth a box of tissues. Yeah, we were in it
like that.
As you can imagine, surrounded by giddy girls canoodling with their bff's watching a movie about friendship in what was once my fair city, hit quite a nerve. I sobbed as quietly as I could in my little aisle seat.
I dried up somewhere around the time they got to Abu Dhabi and in enough time to realize the movie really sucked. Oh god, really bad. They decided to skip having a plot all together in lieu of putting them into scenes that required over-the-top-how-much-crap-can-you-pile-on-money-can-you-wear ensembles. Everything seemed like a device or a setup for a gag. I wasn't actually disappointed because I had thought the last movie was pretty crap too but I was more shocked at the blatant disregard for a story line. It was like in the production meeting someone said, "Hey, let's just cut to the chase, skip the story, show gratuitous shots of loads upon loads of clothing, accessories and decor that no one can afford. Oh yeah and let's film 90% of it not in NYC. And while where at it, let's insult Arabian culture and mores, just for kicks. Oh and let's make it really, really long."
Don't believe me? Ask the NY Times. Or NY Magazine. Or Rotten Tomatoes.
With all that in mind. Obvs there were some great fashion moments. I'm attaching screen shots and the trailer [basically the movie but with much better editing] below. It's all you need so you can skip the movie and save yourself the 10 bux and 2.5 hours of your life that you'll never be able to get back.
Looks I liked. Sadly, my favorite look [the white dress, gold louboutins, and aviators] was the first look of the movie. All downhill from there.

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