You know, the second movie was a carpet-bombing of utter garbage. Just non-stop dogshit, start to finish. But the bit that always stands out to me isn't one of the high-level things like Sam Jones turning into some kind of horny dementia patient, the equivocating between "I have to live in a 2nd apartment sometimes because I hate my sugar daddy" and "I literally can't afford to see my wife" or even the toe-curling "Ha ha, Islamic women can be consumerist husks as well! Feminism!" reveal.
It's the bit at the start, with the gay wedding, where Carrie's having a "moment" with Stanford, except they couldn't be arsed writing dialogue so they just padded it out with gurning and chuckling at each other for what feels like hours. Always puts me in mind of Kevin Eldon's cameo in I'm Alan Partridge, and is an amazingly "Fuckit, this'll do" piece of low-effort filmmaking. I dunno why it offends me so much.