While wrestling with the pressures of life, love, and work in Manhattan, Carrie, Miranda, and Charlotte join Samantha for a trip to Abu Dhabi (United Arab Emirates), where Samantha's ex is filming a new movie.
Michael Patrick King
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When Carrie is leaving Charlotte's building for the wedding, she is wearing white pumps. When she runs from the limo to hit Big over the head with her bouquet, she is wearing gold gladiator sandals. See more »
Year after year, twenty-something women come to New York City in search of the two L's: labels and love.
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My girlfriend put a gun to my head and forced me to watch this......
BIG MISTAKE! I should have begged her to pull the trigger. This movie is nothing more than an emotional fix for females. For me, it was sheer torture. I thought it would never end. It simply goes on and on with one emotional "crisis" after another. In other words going nowhere. At 145 minutes, it was a form of punishment. Of course SHE LOVED IT. Do yourself a favor and fake illness, or a death in the family, whatever it takes to avoid having to endure "Sex and the City". It's going to take me a week to recover. Oh, did I mention this movie is 145 minutes? You have been warned. Start thinking of excuses immediately, or you will be very sorry. I know I am. - MERK
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