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Professional film critics have understandably exhibited a jaundiced attitude toward this feature-length continuation of the HBO serial. On standalone terms, and to the uninitiated, the movie version of Sex and the City often registers as arrhythmic—awkwardly edited, with intermittent interruptions by seemingly inscrutable minor characters. But of course the production, despite its rough edges, is intended as a glossy valentine to the show's fans, and bearing that baggage in mind, it's a reasonably crowd-pleasing, or at least crowd-respecting, exercise that manages, for the most part, not to fix what wasn't necessarily broken to begin with in the eyes of its core audience. The transition to a larger format doesn't always work, with some of the series' themes and attitudes attaining a new stridency in the upscaling, but for the most part it's an uneven but satisfying confection. Ironically, this steroidal drag-ball of a chick flick may end up being the ultimate critic-proof summer blockbuster—or as Kim Cattrall's Samantha Jones might pun: cockbuster. Grade: B