Sex and the city belongs to the ’90s, where sex politics, feminism, and its worldview were wildly progressive. Today, however, the original series looks very strange. Even reverse. And just like that…, its much-anticipated sequel, know it. This 10-episode revival isn’t just shocking because of what happens in it – host Michael Patrick King’s claim that no one was killed proves it’s an outright lie – but because it knows Its main characters are bigger, whiter and completely stepless. It was a brave move, unexpected and ultimately rewarding.
Looking back, it’s frustrating that so much of the uplifting press for the series was dominated by Kim Cattrall. Her Samantha, as everyone knows, is not part of the And just like that…, with the actor cutting ties with the show, while also confirming his strained relationship with the star Sarah Jessica Parker in process. In the new show, Samantha’s absence is explained in a surprisingly brutal scene. Like Cattrall and Parker, there was friction between the friends – Carrie dropped Samantha as a publisher for her forthcoming book – and the traumatized Samantha appreciated it to London. Despite their best efforts to reach her, Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) and Charlotte (Kristin Davis) have been unable to get her to reconsider their departure. She’s mentioned throughout, especially in a few emotional moments in episode two, but she’s gone.
However, as the new show continued, it became clear that And just like that… had very different things in mind than the Samantha-sized hole in the population. This is a series set in a new New York, with Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte leaving an island that has grown in many ways both large and small. Not only are they paranoid about their hair going gray, they are also detached from modern discourses about sex, race, and politics.
Carrie is a frequent guest on a podcast hosted by a “non-binary Mexican-Irish diva” named Che (irritated Sara Ramirez), and is clearly uncomfortable about the show’s candid gender . She fretted over a question about her masturbation habits, and her trademark puns – always deployed when the conversation got too hot – was met with annoyance from her peers. her young host.
At home, she and her husband Big (Chris Noth) are reviewing the soundtrack of Linda Ronstadt and Todd Rundgren – a habit left over from the worst days of the pandemic, referenced if not skillful if not cultivated. too much grooming – while Miranda’s husband Steve (David Eigenberg) is about to go deaf. Charlotte is struck by her daughter Rose’s fashion sense, which is loose, youthful and deliberately anarchic in a way she doesn’t understand. Basically, everyone here is squealing.
It’s most public in the Miranda spin-off. She went back to school to study human rights law – she realized that “putting on a pink pussy hat” really didn’t do much for women – and found herself unnecessary to complicate matters. complicated when dealing with an attractive black professor named Nya (a dazzling Karen Pittman).
There’s a great scene here in which Nya – cool, smart, comfortable living – walks to the subway station while talking on the phone with her husband, and sees Miranda nervously on the same platform. “S***, she’s coming,” Nya whispered, and Miranda continued to enter her space like an overzealous white woman trying to do the absolute best all the time. It’s a fascinating new approach to the show. Its Sex and the city acknowledges its own problem areas – from chastity to the extremely narrow point of view it previously pretended to be non-existent – but also doesn’t knock us down with his newfound self-awareness. it.
There is also drama. In the worst possible advertisement for the already underrated Peloton exercise bike, Big suffers a heart attack in the middle of a workout. He is found dying in the shower, eventually leaving behind a widowed, crippled but paralyzed Carrie. Big’s death gives the show an instant gravity reminiscent of the best seasons of the original series. If the horrible movie versions of the show use too much foam and nonsense, then misinterpret the drag of its TV source material, And just like that… Okay Sex and the city Back to basics. There’s still sassy and charming people – especially Parker who looks surprisingly spectacular – but it’s also packed with emotions.
Elements here are definitely omitted, from Carrie’s nearly absent voice acting to the retired theme music, but these first two episodes are a throwback to form. It was a small miracle. Not just because the show got lost in its adventures on the big screen – Sex and City 2Sheiks and souks and “Lawrence of my labia” seem to be projected from a completely different dimension by comparison – but since TV reboots often misinterpret what works well in their original incarnations . And just like that… doesn’t feel like a cover-up of nostalgia, or a sadness when reminiscing about the past. In fact, it was so good that Kim Cattrall had to kick herself.
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