Sex and the City (2008) More at IMDbPro »

'What's a gore-loving horror fan like ba.harrison doing watching a chick flick like this?' I hear you ask (I thought the medication was supposed to stop the voices, but there you go...). Well, believe it or not, I'm a fan of the series (let's face it, it's pretty lewd and often features Kim Catrall in the buff, going at it like a woman possessed!), and so I thought I'd check out the film to see how well it made the transition to the big screen.

Not very well, I'm afraid to report!

Instead of sexy, smart, and sassy, Sex and the City: The Movie is saccharine sweet, slow, silly, and superficial. Rather than seizing the bull by the horns and allowing the girls to be even more outrageous and daring than usual, the film's creators have sucked the format dry of everything that made the show so much fun, and delivered an overlong piece of manipulative and schmaltzy pap that feels reserved in comparison with the series.

Gone are the risqué sex scenes featuring the four stars (only Miranda is seen getting a good seeing to; the rest of the girls keep it under wraps); gone is the witty banter about taboo subjects such as masturbation, the taste of semen, and anal sex (even the word 'sex' is considered too strong for one scene!); and gone is all the charm, wit and insight that made the original programme so irresistible: all that is left is a predictable love story—and that ain't what the title promised!