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The release of the first Sex and the City movie served as a cultural moment for women in America. Sure it paled in comparison to suffrage and Sally Ride, but for a May weekend in 2008, women of all stripes gathered with their girlfriends and packed theaters to catch the exploits of NYC glamour girl Carrie Bradshaw and her coterie of gal pals as they made a successful jump from HBO series to the big screen. It was as if the doors to the summer movie season — one of the last bastions of absolute male domination — had finally been thrown open. Trouble was, the movie whipping up all the sisterhood spirit was only so-so: a long, overly depressing cliché that only sprang to life when the filmmakers gave the plot a rest and let these ladies just talk.
This article appears in May 20-26, 2010.