Well, I saw it. It was fine.
“Fine,” meaning neither “great” nor “terrible” (much as this NY Times review tries to slam it into oblivion).
The fashion is zany, the apartments are glamorous (including one truly phenomenal walk-in closet), the ladies are still their same characters through and through.
Overall, I was pleasantly surprised, since I’d prepared myself for the worst after hearing rumblings that the Sex and the City Movie was bad. It’s not bad! It’s just not better than an episode, and it’s 5x as long.
That’s the biggest problem: the show had many episodes, some great and others not-so-great. Now imagine an entire season’s plotline in a single movie. It’s about as good as the average of an entire season’s episodes muddled together.
As Samantha says (a la Death of a Salesman), “Attention must be paid.” She’s right (She also happens to be surprisingly the show’s strongest film actress). You need to go to the film to see what happens in the next chapter of Carrie and her pals.
I’ve already gone twice. 
