Sex and the City 2 1/2—The clothes! The shoes! The magical depiction of Manhattan and the promise of finally finding true romance! It’s like porn for women. And we haven’t even gotten to the sex part of the “Sex and the City” movie yet. Fans will be thrilled to see their old friends—Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha—back together and on the big screen, which makes it easier to ogle what they’re wearing, of course. Everyone else? Well, they never watched the HBO series and if they did, they didn’t get it. Or they’re heterosexual men. But writer/director Michael Patrick King and producer/star Sarah Jessica Parker certainly know their audience: the devotees who’ve already reserved group tickets for opening weekend, which they’ll celebrate in high style, complete with the requisite Cosmopolitan consumption and needless shopping sprees. In that regard, this hotly awaited follow-up to the hit TV show, which ended in 2004, is a success; this is one of those movies you have to assess in terms of whom it’s aiming to please. When Parker’s Carrie announces that she and Mr. Big (Chris Noth) are finally tying the knot, it brings the friends back together: Miranda (Cynthia Nixon), Charlotte (Kristin Davis) and Samantha (Kim Cattrall). Surprisingly, despite its obsession with all things Manolo Blahnik, “Sex and the City” also has its share of tearjerker moments. Parker has become such a fashion icon over the past decade that you forget she really can act, and is capable of visceral, heart-tugging vulnerability. And not to say too much, but she does get plenty of opportunities to display that side of her talent—especially with a running time that’s well past two hours. R for strong sexual content, graphic nudity and language. 142 min.—Christy Lemire