A part of the attraction, in fact, is that we love these characters. We’re invested of their lives, even when these lives contain a collection of nonsensical happenings, akin to Lisa’s dad dying twice, or Carrie writing a novel a few Nineteenth-century lady who’s having some kind of existential disaster (the latter is definitely a really Carrie factor to do, to be truthful). Had we not seen Intercourse and the Metropolis, we possible wouldn’t collectively be watching And Simply Like That, which implies that we’ve discovered ourselves in a endless bind: beholden to those characters whereas additionally watching one thing that resembles a choose-your-own-adventure recreation generated by AI.
You may assume that the aforementioned would fire up some sort of resentment—and perhaps it did, at first. However as time’s gone on, I’ve discovered myself going full-circle and really having fun with the weirdness of all of it. Charlotte staying out till daytime, as if any membership in Manhattan truly stays open till daytime. Carrie refusing to furnish her house. Aidan making Carrie sleep in an out-house in her garments, like she’s been banished to a kennel, and her accepting that. There’s a cause that my colleague Rad and I’ve countless questions to unpack on the finish of each episode, as a result of the enjoyment of And Simply Like That is exactly in of all of the questions (and the truth that they continue to be unanswered), moderately than despite them.
I don’t know, perhaps I’ve developed Stockholm syndrome, or perhaps the web has curdled my synapses, however now that I’ve lastly let go of any expectations concerning And Simply Like That as a SATC sequel, and as a substitute begun to know it as a surrealist comedy, of kinds, I’m sort of loving it? Convey on the subsequent episode of absolute unbridled madness—I can hardly wait.