“Can’t we just get on with it?” screamed Miranda in the middle of sex. Which got me thinking, when is enough enough? Never if King’s indulgent two-and-a-half-hour update of the celebrated comedy is a measure.

Without straying from formula, all key characters return to rework the material that once distinguished his series.

However a decade has passed since columnist Carrie Bradshaw squeezed into her first designer dress, and while the couture is as glamorous as ever, the story is virtually threadbare: will our princess marry the love of her life? Will Mr Big jilt her at the altar? And really, who cares? Yet if presales are a judge of quality, Sex and the City: The Movie rivals Citizen Kane to top Top 100 lists the world over.

Clearly cognoscenti are concerned for the welfare of New York’s celebrated gal-pal fashionistas; though anyone on the out remains out. For King wastes no time in developing character or story when there’s Westwood to fluff and puff – it’s all high-points and high heels as brands, brands and more brands trot across the screen.

Placing this much product doesn’t happen quickly. In short, SATC:TM is a Collectors Series extra of unaired episodes. Strictly for undemanding fans and completionists.

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