My sister and I decided to go see “Sex and the City 2” opening night. By the time it ended, over two hours later, there were many disappointed faces leaving the theatre. There was good reason for that. The film had no central focus. It went all over the place, as if it were searching for some form of stability.

For me, having grown up in the ’80s, the flashback scene was the best part. The big hair, outlandish clothes, and thick makeup took me back to high school. I wish they had lingered on that longer, but I guess the women couldn’t pull off looks so youthful for too long. Notice all shots were from a distance. One reviewer criticized too many closeups, at unflattering angles throughout the film. True. Some of the clothes were a little too risque for them to wear, i.e. Carrie’s skirt when she went to have dinner with Aiden. The split was ridiculously high. I’m all for holding on to one’s youth. Just do it gracefully, and with taste.

It seems each had some problem to constantly whine about. Carrie, who finally got her precious Big, was upset because he wanted to spend nights watching Cary Grant and Clark Gable movies on TV. With his wandering eye, she should have been happy he wasn’t cheating instead. If this were real life, I could not see the two of them staying married. Big cannot handle pressure very well. Remember how he left her standing at the alter because the pressure got to him so much? As for Carrie, she is a lot like Peter Pan. She still thinks and acts like a girl in her mid-20s at most. Losing her passport when she saw Aiden? Speaking of Aiden, his part in the whole scenario was unnecessary. It was nice to see him, but that part was written in a haphazard fashion. Married with three cute boys, and he’s locking lips with Carrie? Immaturity on both sides, which I would expect from Carrie, but not Aiden. Carrie’s frustrated with Big, so she reverts back to her ex for comfort, validation, and reassurance. Yet, she’s singing “I Am Woman”. A woman does not act like that. She should be singing something else.

As for Charlotte, she too is overreacting to her storybook life. In the series, she wanted a husband and kids more than anything. Now that she has it, along with a nanny, she can’t handle it. Unlike Miranda, she has no job to balance her family life with, so what’s the problem? Kids aren’t supposed to cry, or make messes in the kitchen? Who wears designer clothes and uses the phone, while making cupcakes with two little girls? When her skirt is ruined, she acts like a little girl who’s doll is broken. It makes one realize some people are never satisfied.

Samantha is wrestling with growing older- and working very hard to defy it at all costs. She winds up on the red carpet wearing the same dress as Miley Cyrus. To my surprise, that scene was one of my favorites. I liked the brief bonding between the two. She shoves huge quantities of hormones down her throat, and continues her wild sexual escapades. I like the free spirit Samantha is, how she is not intimidated by being over 50 without a husband or kids. I do, however, think it’s time she toned down some. The random and reckless sex was fine at one point, but now it’s taking away from her. It makes her look silly, like a joke.

Miranda seems to have matured the most. She quit one law firm where she was not respected or appreciated, and went to one she enjoyed. She was not content with staying out of work for long. She appreciates and loves being a Mother, but wants a career too, which is admirable. She is the only one who has a sense of balance to her life, and although she maintains her youth and continues to have fun, she is not overdoing it to where she looks like a teenager. She was the only one I could identify with . She is also the only one would could sing “I Am Woman”, and do the song justice.

The film was too long, and the entire Middle East scene should have been avoided. I couldn’t wait for them to leave, and get back to New York. I bonded with “Sex and the City” after seeing the first movie two years ago. I began to catch the show in reruns, and watch episodes on my sister’s DVD collection. Sure, they lived a lifestyle the average woman could not relate to ($400 for a pair of shoes), but when you see their relationships with men, and one another, plus storylines which included Samantha having breast cancer, Miranda’s Mother passing away, Carrie being broke, and Charlotte’s inability to become pregnant, that is what always made the show so captivating. This film takes away from the series, and makes these women, who have always felt like friends of ours, look spoiled, childish, and unrealistic. They are more plastic than human. If this is what the movies have gone down to, I hope they do not make another one.

My advice is to stick with the show itself. That is where the true essence of “Sex and the City” lies.