SATC Reboot Defines Awkward
If that’s the mood it’s going for, there may be enough to hang some hope on.
If you’ve seen the first two publicly-available episodes of the Sex and the City reboot, And Just Like That, you had to cringe. Right from the top, the show opens with a choreographed scene where it looks like everyone was told to count to three and then start moving, but somebody forgot to splice out those first seconds.
These days the squad (minus Samantha) is having a lot of trouble with pronouns: Charlotte with her daughter, Miranda at Columbia, and Carrie, who’s found herself on a podcast that specifically explores the gender narrative.
In other words, cringe is what they’re going for. By putting a bunch of mistaken-identity Karens (and by that I mean they bend over backwards to make the characters well-intentioned, just wrong-footed), they’re taking on the Important Issues. The effort just feels, well, like effort.
Compared to the first run, these explorations of shifting norms felt somewhat more of the moment. But this is why I didn’t watch it when it first came out, despite that I was a single dating columnist for an alt newsweekly at the time. One problem, of course, was that as an actual journalist, I couldn’t afford HBO.
