And Just Like That…
Any other Sex and the City fans out there? Let’s talk about these first two episodes. I’ve read some pretty terrible reviews which will deter absolutely none of us from watching. We would literally watch these women knit blankets for all 10 episodes.
I remember watching this show in my 20s thinking, “Wow, if I’m ever single at 35 like these women please get me some help!” That was my perspective of the show—look at these older hip women finding love and career in the city. If they were struggling maybe I wasn’t so crazy for not being able to get it all together.
I loved the clothes. I loved the friendship. I loved Carrie’s boyfriends and dates and especially, especially MR.BIG. These days, I’m sure everyone would point out how completely toxic this relationship was over the years. But to me, bring! it! on! It was epic & made for a wonderful ending of the series. I even loved the first movie. It became my go-to HBO watch when I was suffering from some major anxiety in my life. It was the only thing that took me to my calm place.
Cut to the new show. What did I think? It was a little heavy-handed with the women struggling to adapt to modern society (Did Carrie call it “the Instagram?” Did Miranda just go on and on about a black professor’s braids in front of the whole class?) but as I said earlier, none of this matters. Show me MR.BIG! And there he was. In glorious, charming form. I can’t name a character that can ooze such charm on the screen like that & the chemistry between them—ugh—it’s so good.
SPOILER ALERT.
Mr.Big dies the first episode on a Peloton! Well, let’s be fair to Peloton—it’s AFTER the ride, but his instructor is screaming out instructions & pushing him to the brink & I’ve never felt more understood. This is tragic to me on many levels. One, I have to watch this whole series without him? Two, this epic love story is no more. Let’s take a moment to digest this. Three, we know the next episodes—maybe even the whole season—will be dealing with this epic grief, and I’m not sure that’s what I needed at this point in the pandemic.
The entire second episode I’m not just tearing up; I’m actively WEEPING. Anything that helps me feel is a good thing I guess, but I really wanted to see lots of nice shoes and BIG love. Do I really care about Carrie being on a podcast or Miranda’s graduate school? I know I should but come on. Will I still keep watching? Umm I got up at 4am to watch the first episodes drop, so there is no chance of those episodes going unwatched.
My review? I’m so happy to see these women on screen again. I’m happy to see any women in their 50s portraying flawed, complex, funny characters. I’m even hopeful of love in Carrie’s future, but for now I’m mourning the big loss and cursing that Peloton.