The Manolo Blahniks, the Vivienne Westwood, the Louis Vuitton. Labels, labels, labels.
That’s what you should expect if you see the epic movie adaptation of one of women’s favorite television shows: “Sex and the City.”
With all the high fashion, relationship drama and an impromptu trip to Mexico that results in two of the most hilarious scenes in the film, the four ladies of “Sex and the City” will hardly disappoint its true fans.
The film takes you forward four years after the series finale in 2004 and straight back into the lives of beloved characters Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker), Samantha Jones (Kim Cattrall), Miranda Hobbes (Cynthia Nixon) and Charlotte York Goldenblatt (Kristin Davis).
Carrie is finally going to marry Mr. “Big,” Samantha has moved to the West Coast with her boyfriend Smith, Miranda is enduring the Brooklyn lifestyle with her husband Steve and son Brady, and Charlotte is a happily married mother with her three-year-old daughter Lily.

Even with the introduction of a new character, Louise, Carrie’s personal assistant from St. Louis (Jennifer Hudson), the movie stays firmly rooted in the “Sex and the City” tradition.
Being a huge fan of the series myself, it’s a bit hard for me to not write a five-star rave review of the “Sex and the City” movie. However, by putting an objective spin on my opinion of the film, I have been able to find some faults and can see why this movie is definitely not for people who have never watched the series before.
New viewers will not understand the Aidan “situation” or why it’s such a big deal for Charlotte to become pregnant. In addition to these particular puzzling references for the unfamiliar audience member, there are a multitude of inside jokes that only die-hard “Sex and the City” fans would understand.
I’ve also found that despite the fact that there are a number of gratuitous sex scenes in the movie that mirror the type of scenes expected in the series, there’s a lack of conversation about the topic.
What happened to the unabashed sex talk that the foursome always indulges in during their luncheon get-togethers? With the addition of Charlotte’s daughter Lily in almost every New York City scene, the ladies are forced to censor their conversations and even stoop as low as using the code word “coloring” in place of “sex.”
I would understand the child’s presence if Charlotte was an underprivileged working mother who couldn’t afford a babysitter, but she lives in a Fifth Avenue apartment and has an extremely wealthy lawyer husband. Realistically she would leave her daughter at home so that she and her girlfriends could gossip between themselves.
This is a bit disappointing for a group that never had to be politically correct before. Samantha, especially, always had something to say about her love for male genitalia, sex toys and her unusually high libido.
However, despite the sex censorship, the movie is right on-point with a nice balance of comical antics, one-liners and heart-wrenching drama that will water the eyes of even the most cold-hearted viewer.
A total fan’s film, each character is exactly where they should be and the storyline is a satisfying extension of the original series that provides a gratifying conclusion to the “Sex and the City” saga.
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