The Sands of Time aren't just a huge part of "Prince of Persia" -- they're also the villain at the center of the summer's other big Arabian Nights adventure, "Sex and the City 2." Carrie and Mr. Big are going through their "terrible twos" phase of marriage, Miranda feels trapped in a sexist law firm, and Charlotte grows paranoid about her daughters' buxom nanny. As for Samantha, she's downing forty-four pills a days and applying diverse creams to beat back menopause.
When a series starts to have nothing to do with its title or its original premise, isn't that a clue for the creators to call it quits? On HBO, the subject of four young women on the make in New York lent itself to naughty badinage and satire-streaked comedy-drama. The movies have been mid-life soap operas laced with groaners. I could understand the impulse to bring the girlfriends back for one more get-together in the first movie, terrible though it was. But why, oh why, do it again? (Except, of course, for the pay-off at the box office.)
"SATC2" dresses them down emotionally, then dresses them up like circus clowns during a trip to Abu Dhabi. There they lap up the luxury of "the New Middle East" while testing local prohibitions against public displays of female independence and sexuality. Positioning themselves as feminist heroines, they sing "I am woman/hear me roar" during karaoke time at an Abu Dhabi nightclub. Unbelievably, their amateur belting rocks the house. I am man; hear me snore.
Series addicts feel that what makes it work are "the relationships." But the bonds have frayed among the randy PR whiz Samantha, the witty writer Carrie, the driven lawyer Miranda and the stalwart Charlotte. And their repartee has worn out. I don't know what's worse: Samantha's double entendres or Carrie's puns. (When someone says there ought to be a law against sexy nannies, Carrie says, yeah, "the Jude Law.")
This movie starts with the marriage of the homosexual sidekicks played by Marco Cantone and Willie Garson. What more can we look forward to if the series continues? The Goldenblatt daughters' bat mitzvahs?
Tell me, SATC fans: do you really want to follow Samantha, Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte until they become the 21st century Golden Girls?