…And Just Like That Is The Worst Show On Television, And I Can’t Stop Watching

I’m not a stranger to bad TV shows. Me too wrote all the whole here /movie about how Netflix’s “Emily in Paris” (A program that has a mysterious connection to the “Sex and the City” event in its original form) can hardly be called a television program because there are no stakes and nothing happens and contains a zero narrative structure. I too wrote Oodi Sarah Jessica Parker’s Carrie Bradshaw“Sex and the City” and its reboot “… and just so” and “oodi” I mean I call him an irreversible sociopath. (I also love “vanderpump rules”. This takes me “… and just”, Michael Patrick King’s continuation of Carrie’s New York adventures.

“… And just as”, unlike “Emily in Paris,” is actually a television program. It is not approval; I just say the fact. It has several stories that exceed the season to another. Despite some genuinely ridiculous questions with the protagonists’ lifestyle (which I get), the actions have consequences. There is Some kind of display Here’s a story, even though Bar Clear – Darren Star, set by French farce, mean – is so shallow that it’s in hell. However, just because “… and just like” can be legally defined as a television program, it does not make it good. It’s terrible. It is honestly one of the worst things I’ve ever watched. Each episode feels descending into some kind of Bedlam form that I like to bring to myself when I pull the HBO Max application and press to play.

I can’t get enough. The wrong, dark and horrifying part of me “waits” for every new episode “… and just so.” I look at every episode until the Star stops or until I am asked to stop in court or something. I would watch every second of this membrane if Sara Ramírez’s Che Diaz comes back, even though the mere thought of that character makes me tremble. I feel a strange, blatant need for every half-hour “… and just like” HBO gods given to me. Allow me to explain … or at least try to explain.

I’ll come back for a moment. For non -launched (probably I mean healthy and well -adapted people), “… and just like” is “gender and city restart”. The series is the pioneer Michael Patrick King, who moved on to the exhibition “Sex and the City” after the departure of Darren Star, when the third season ended and brings back with Sarah Jessica Parker Carrie Bradshaw alongside Cynthia Nixon as Miranda Hobbes and Kristin Davisina Charlotte York-Goldenblatt. (Chris Noth’s John “Mr. Big” Prescott was unpleasantly murdered at the beginning of the restart, and Kim Cattrall refused to return to the original member and original member of PR Maven and Foursome Samantha Jones and the original member. In addition to season 2 Kameo I hope to have a comic amount of money for him.) Place years after the original exhibition and its two big screen adjustments “… and just like” explores Carrie’s life as a widow, his continuous, long -term friendships with Charlotten and Miranda, and new connections with friends such as Seema Patel (Sarita Choudhry) and Lisa Todd Wexley (Nicole). On the surface this does not sound so bad. However, it is.

A playful spark that made the “sex and city” sensation – and changed Parker and his colleague stars Along the way – there is no kind of shiny restart that has no substance or humor. Whenever the show makes a joke, it can’t just get itself to trust in the audience and write it out, ruining it right away. (In the second episode of the third episode, Cheri Oter’s competitor is called Sydney Cherkov, and the series bends back to make sure you know it sounds like “jerkoff”. “Got it, guys. The answer to it honestly is “Jesus Christ. “)

“… and just that” force be a little more tolerable – and just a little – if it didn’t need to stand their own predecessorA show that at its best was full of life, emotions and surprises; Even its last season succeeded in shocking viewers in the standout episode “Splat!” On the other hand, it often feels lifeless, especially as performers like Nixon Sleepwalk through its scenes. . So why can’t I stop watching it?!

I know a item People who look at “… and just so,” and anchotically, none of them like it. One friend sent me a recent post and said, “How many weeks of this torture? 10”? “I replied,” Yep. I can’t wait. “(Same friend asked if he could” start himself in the sun “only after a 10-minute recent episode.) Another message to talk about smack about the end-of-the-line telephone sex scene Carrie and his long-time flame between Shawin-John Corbett who sent his original role” sex and the city ” in a relationship.

Here I mean, I think we’re all caught up in this exhibition because it is really, really fun dunk that is not true “Paris Emily” because what doesn’t happen in that exhibition is a memorable enough to mock. Here is an example: the 2 “crisis” of the season 2 for this Merry Rich People band was that they had to … walk … met to the gala. (For the sake of clarity, None of these occasional New York people were ever invited to the MET gala.) Because of this, we got a handful of thoughts, and I can tell you that the text alarm on my phone went quite a bit after that episode was presented. This does not mean anything about all of Che Diaz (including the time when they are connected to Miraranda in Carrie’s kitchen when the latter peeking in a water bottle), David Eigenberg’s loved Steve’s complete dismissal, or Charlotte dons stiletos through a sprint to the snowstorm and buy a condom for their teenage daughter. It one Saving the grace “… and just” is that at the end of the day it is fun to talk about how really terrible it is.

As contradictory as I feel this, I’m on this long way. I constantly look at “… and just so” and to my friends about all the strange part of the exhibition whose writers throw for any week. If you are curious, it will stream HBO Maxilla and If you look at hate correctly with me you will get it.