King would say the extras on this release are meant to stir one’s juices, but I say they have been designed to diminish brain cells.
If Sex and the City 2 is even less significant than its predecessor, it’s because it runs on one less interesting storyline.
The way Michael Patrick King tells it, you wouldn’t think much has changed since the Civil War-era plantation.
The varied impressions of a discordant society finally banding together are offset by a concomitant sense of purgatorial limbo.
Maybe the problem with John from Cincinnati is its miscalculated sense of center.
Though this is the story of only one pilot, the film would almost have us believe all bad sitcoms happen on purpose.
Pretty and neatly wrapped, if Tiffany did television, this is how it’d be done.
As if conceived during a Dukes of Hazzard shooting hiatus, Out Cold may be retro, but it’s sans daisy dukes.