Review: Sex and the City 2 (15)**

Sex and the City 2's gossamer-thin plot is more flimsy than some of the characters' dresses and at 146 minutes, it overstays its welcome by the best part of an hour.

Neurotic writer Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker) is starting to realise that life after saying "I do" to paramour Mr Big (Chris Noth) isn't everything she hoped for. Samantha (Kim Cattrall) has moved back to New York, battling valiantly against menopause, Miranda (Nixon) has forgiven adulterous husband Steve (David Eigenberg), and Charlotte (Kristin Davis) is struggling to be the perfect wife and mother. By chance – or rather dramatic contrivance – Samantha is invited to the United Arab Emirates to sample the delights of a luxury hotel, and takes her chums along for the ride. This is a succession of slick yet hollow set pieces, loosely stitched together to resemble a narrative. Asked by a stewardess on the flight home if she has anything to declare, Carrie replies: "Yes, I'm a mess". She might as well be speaking about the film.