Two years ago, I was asked to review “Sex and the City.” I never watched the series. I knew only the preposterous premise that Carrie Bradshaw was a weekly newspaper columnist who somehow lived alone in New York and stocked her closet with a bunch of designer — you know — stuff. In various ways, she boozed and sexed her way through days and nights, until hooking Mr. Big, who, in fits and starts was either the man of her dreams or the anti-Christ.

Two years ago, I was asked to review “Sex and the City.”


I never watched the series. I knew only the preposterous premise that Carrie Bradshaw was a weekly newspaper columnist who somehow lived alone in New York and stocked her closet with a bunch of designer — you know — stuff. In various ways, she boozed and sexed her way through days and nights, until hooking Mr. Big, who, in fits and starts was either the man of her dreams or the anti-Christ.


My subsequent review made a tiny ripple, enough to get me some hate mail, but nothing terribly original. I was sexist. I didn’t understand the show or the characters, etc. I’ve never before or after been accused (to my face) of being the former, and as for the latter, I consider myself fortunate.


It should surprise no one I declined to review the sequel. If the first one was an unnecessary, tardy cash-in, what is this one, two more years removed from the series that ended in 2004?


Six years later, nothing has changed -- check that; the premise is even more insane. Now the girls, ladies, women of a certain age, go to the Middle East? Voluntarily? Who does this? I thought the idea was to get out.


On the upside, at least they apparently bothered to address who was paying for all the gowns and shoes and botox injections.


What did surprise me this week was the box office tally, reportedly the worst Memorial Day in 15 years.


As of Tuesday, the top five were:


“Shrek Forever After,” “Sex and the City 2,” “Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time,” “Iron Man 2” and “Robin Hood.”


A two-week old movie — the fourth installment, no less — leads the pack, followed by new release, new release, May 7 release and May 14 release. In some order after those are “Just Wright,” (I dare you to tell me what this is about) “Letters to Juliet,” “MacGruber,” “Date Night” and “How to Train Your Dragon.” Remember when any of those opened?


“Shrek” is a slight surprise, but it can bank on recognition, quality voice acting and children, whose parents have to buy tickets, too.


Second place is a disaster for “SatC 2.” On a holiday weekend, with such a (one assumed) rabid fan base and five full days (remember, it opened Thursday), you’d think this was a shoo-in for the top spot. According to Boxofficemojo.com, “Shrek” took in $12 million more and had a better per-theater average by about $900.


Despite name recognition, star-power and and a built-in audience, “Prince of Persia” was the prime candidate to follow “MacGruber” into the toilet. Third place is respectable, but that $200 million budget must be hanging heavily on someone’s neck.


“Iron Man 2” is the least surprising of the group. After a month, you’d expect some drop off, but repeat visitors (me!) and stragglers will bolster its take.


Considering what’s left, you could do worse than a Russell Crowe epic, even if it is “Gladiator” with bows and arrows. At least they’re all supposed to sound British this time.


John Meo writes for the Norwich Bulletin in Norwich, Conn.