Today Carlos and I saw Sex and the City 2 (Electric Boogaloo). It was his second time.
You can imagine how packed it was for father's day. I'm surprised we could even get a ticket. *(insert sarcasm here)
The movie was, well, a dog. In its defense, after the first part (that gay wedding! I mean really, wtf? Even a Deus Ex Minelli couldn't save that), it did get a tiny bit better.
But..uh...that's not saying much.
Actually, I think I might have suffered some ocular damage from compulsive eyerolling for 146 straight minutes.
I'd read this review a while back which summed it up perfectly:
"This is an entirely inappropriate length for what is essentially a home video of gay men playing with giant Barbie dolls."
Actually, I think that's why I decided to see it. Turns out, that's not nearly as much fun as it sounds.
(btw, I found this pic via here today after I noticed he'd (the owner) had started following my own little tumblr blog. I thought it was genius. )