This is the best movie review you will ever read, ever.
SATC2 takes everything that I hold dear as a woman and as a human—working hard, contributing to society, not being an entitled cunt like it’s my job—and rapes it to death with a stiletto that costs more than my car. It is 146 minutes long, which means that I entered the theater in the bloom of youth and emerged with a family of field mice living in my long, white mustache. This is an entirely inappropriate length for what is essentially a home video of gay men playing with giant Barbie dolls.
I’m pretty sure I’d like to read author Lindy West’s reviews of all movies. Ever. Luckily, she has done quite few lot more reviews. via.