
Dour women and gay men who lived vicariously though the successes and sexual exploits of a quartet of past prime punani can rejoice that they'll have 120 more minutes of ridiculous plots and romances than their usual dose of Grey's Anatomy.
I know I'll be avoiding that flick like the plague. And speaking of, half the characters would have a scorching case of herpes by mid-movie if there was any realism to the characters. That, and Sarah Jessica Parker would have a bit in her mouth, pulling a carriage through Central Park.
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