The kind of movie you want to see again to catch all the jokes you missed the first time because the audience was laughing so loud. Kirsten Wiig's passive-aggressive style of humor is used to full advantage.
The film lacked the verbal wit of the HBO series and served to underscore how self-pitying and self-involved these four characters are. Rather than being sympathetic listeners for one another as they recite their trivial man problems, these women should slap one another across the face and yell "Snap out of it!". Friendship is wonderful, but with enabling friends like these, who needs enemies? The high point of the film was Jennifer Hudson's performance, who was a jolt of "realness" in the midst of the dreary posing of the four main characters. I can't believe that in the middle of a terrible war and soaring gas prices, audiences are really going to care when Big's present to Carrie is a huge walk-in closet in their penthouse apartment.