The institution is affirmed in an opening sequence at a gay wedding in Connecticut that looks like a Fred Astaire production number gone horribly over budget. This sequence is an exercise in obscenely conspicuous consumption, in which the girls appear in so many different outfits they must have been followed to the Middle East by a luggage plane. Director Michael Patrick King covers the sitcom dialogue by dutifully cutting back and forth to whoever is speaking. They're rescued by Arab women so well covered only their eyes are visible, and in private these women reveal that underneath the burkas they're wearing Dior gowns and so forth. You are on the cell to a girlfriend. They gobble food, fashion, houses, husbands, children, vitamins and freebies. There's more cleavage in this film than at a pro wrestler's wedding. Big close-ups of the girls themselves, and some of the bulgers they meet. The New York City premiere of the film was held on 24 May I am obliged to report that this film will no doubt be deliriously enjoyed by its fans, for the reasons described above. Samantha is arrested for kissing on the beach, and there's an uncomfortable scene in which the girls are menaced by outraged men in a public market, where all they've done is dress in a way more appropriate for a sales reception at Victoria's Secret. That nation supplies magnificent desert scenes, achieved with CGI, I assume, during which two of the girls fall off a camel. Hats were once again created by Prudence Millinery for Vivienne Westwood. He was also inspired by the recession to write something bigger more akin to the extravagant adventures and escapist comedies of the s. Spirt have one scene that far, far surpasses the traditional MPAA limits for pumping and thrusting. They must plan their wardrobes on the phone, so often do they appear in different basic colors, like the plugs you pound into a Playskool workbench.