The always fabulous Kim Voynar's take:
"Perhaps it's partly just that the women of Sex and the City have worn out their welcome, but Sex and the City 2 annoyed the hell out of me.
I'm a fan of the series, and I actually enjoyed the first Sex and the City movie (although, in retrospect, that may have also partly been due to my need for some cinematic sugar in my diet following 10 days of mostly depressing Euro protein in Cannes), but this time around, girlfriend, they lost me.
I've only walked out on one film, ever (that would be Brilliante Mendoza's ode to poverty porn, Serbis, at Cannes two years ago), since I've been working in this field -- hell, I sat through all of The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl and saw Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel three times! -- but if I hadn't had to watch Sex and the City 2 to the bitter end because I was reviewing it, I would have bolted down the hall to catch Father of My Children for the third time by about the 20-minute mark.
The problem with Sex and the City 2 is not that Carrie and the girls are getting older; hell, I'm getting older, along with the rest of the series' fans. It's that the idea of these women who live these lives of excessive privilege constantly whining about their lives was just overwhelmingly irritating to me this time around."
http://www.moviecitynews.com/reviews/2010/sex_and_the_city_2_voy.html
"The gods who nurse this universe think little of mortals' cares. They sit in crowds on exclusive clouds and laugh at our love affairs. I might have had a real romance if they'd given me a chance. I loved him, but he didn't love me. I wanted him, but he didn't want me. Then the gods had a spree and indulged in another whim. Now he loves me, but I don't love him." - Cole Porter