Carried Away

The Bloated Big-screen 'Sex And The City' Loses Its Spark In A Sea Of Soap

May 30, 2008|By Michael Sragow | Michael Sragow,Sun Movie Critic

Since it clocks in at almost 2 1/2 hours, you may think, sight unseen, that the movie version of the HBO smash Sex and the City is guilty of wretched excess. Pathetic excess is more like it. This time out, we get a lot of moping, whining and weeping - despondency in the city and inertia everywhere else. Even when the heroines log major screen time at a five-star Mexican resort, it's so Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker) can lick her psychic wounds.

Fans who came on board for the series' frisky take on sorority, female eroticism and the adventures of singlehood - be forewarned. The movie extends the soapier aspects of the series' finale into an agony-thon. It's about the faltering marriage of Miranda Hobbes (Cynthia Nixon) and Steve Brady (David Eigenberg), the sweaty efforts of Samantha Jones (Kim Cattrall) to stay faithful to her adoring TV hunk Smith Jerrod (Jason Lewis), and the always on-and-off romance between Carrie and Mr. Big (Chris Noth).

Sex and the City (New Line Cinema) Starring Sarah Jessica Parker, Kristin Davis, Kim Cattrall, Cynthia Nixon, Jennifer Hudson. Directed by Michael Patrick King. Rated R for language, strong sexual content and nudity. Time 148 minutes.

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