We are an hour and a half into Sex and the City the Movie and I need a break. Watching this movie reminds me of crying through a magic show, except there are no tricks, and I have to cut my own wrists in order to see color. Also, I would like to add, I have never cried through a magic show. The movie has a scene that involves running in snow, and for that, I offer my nostalgic admiration. But cheap add-ins like snow and acoustic versions of real songs aside, save your money. I have just reinforced my ongoing habit of wanting to ignore those humans who dress like clowns, live like clowns, act like clowns, and then tell me to love clowns. It's quite a fake lifestyle. When did Lame get so popular?