As a big fan of Sarah Jessica Parker, I did grow to enjoy the HBO series from about 25 years ago. And I sort of liked the movies that were spawned from it.
When the reboot was announced about five years ago, I was skeptical but signed on nonetheless. Almost immediately, I was met by a bunch of plot lines that seemed to want to repel fans at a geometric rate.
First off, there was no Samantha as played by Kim Cattrall. Instead she was replaced in the galpal circle by two Black women and an Indian real estate agent played by Sarita Choudhury. I mention her name only because I once talked to her at a Christmas Eve about 30 years ago.
But I digress. Just suffice it to say that the reboot was looking pointlessly crowded.
And to make matter worse, the now married Carrie watched her husband, the infamous Mr. Big, drop dead on a Peloton in the very second episode. I needed to remind myself that this was supposed to be a comedy.
But there were more goofy changes. Charlotte, as played by Kristin Davis, suddenly became dumber than ever. Miranda, now played by the now-lesbian Cynthia Nixon, was also now a bisexual as they apparently were looking for a reason to get Nixon on set on time.
Inexplicably, the reboot meandered around HBO Max for about three seasons until somebody finally told somebody that it never worked in the first place. Grasping at straws, they tried to solve their problems by setting up Carrie back with former love Aidan. And then they broke that up because it wasn't working. At one point, they killed off a minor supporting character. Despite the fact that they had already done it a season earlier.
Yeppers, none of it ever worked or made sense. Miraculously, I watched every episode. But even my super fandom of SJP couldn't help. Why was I watching this? And how much longer do I have to?
As of last week, HBO called the governor and I have been pardoned. Woo boy.
Life improved immediately. Just like that...
Dinner last night: Sandwich.
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