For a guy who has never watched a full episode of Sex and the City, the second film based on one of HBO's most famous comedy series is one of the most putrid and excruciating pieces of cinematic pigswill ever made. In a time of a continuing economic collapse, inequality and racial controversies, Sex and the City 2 is the completely wrong movie at the wrong time. Its water-thin narrative about four female travesties traveling to Abu Dhabi to basically do nothing but eat exotic food and spend money on worthless trash celebrates consumerism while creating abhorrent depictions of motherhood, marriages and womanhood in general. These women shriek, complain, consume, shriek, complain, shriek, complain some more, consume and consume and complain... WHILE EVERYTHING IS FINE. They have mountains of money, fancy clothes, extravagant apartments full of trendy furniture, giant televisions, irritating children, and loving husbands, but who must be a little empty-headed since one of them (who has to be an arms dealer or at least a crooked fundraiser for important politicians) buys a TV the size of a football field for an anniversary gift, while the wife had hoped some more jewelry. Oh, but she learns not to care about that little vexation, since in the magical consumption land of Abu Dhabi she has a spiritual awakening as she learns that everyone really can't afford that jewelry, because they just don't make enough money. This is two and a half hours of absolute torture. The only glimpse of light is the hope that this is meant to be just a really bad satire. But even if so, Sex and the City 2 is still cinematic consumption porn completely disconnected from real societal issuses, such as gender roles, motherhood and inequality, that it hopes to touch upon even slightly. Instead it wants its audience to sympathize with and relate to the most contemptible bunch of hysterical and materialistic imbeciles, and realize that money actually doesn't define everything, as long as you have an extravagant apartment, a TV the size of a football field, fancy clothes, jewelry, and a loving, if sometimes lazy, husband. This is a film that will make you both mentally and physically sick. It is a film to be burned at stake and buried deep into the ground, so its evil forces can never rise again.