I am not unrelated to bad television programs. I have once wrote an entire screed here to / film about the way “Emily in Paris” by Netflix “by Netflix” (A program with a sneaky connection with “Sex and the City” in its original form) can barely be called a television program, because there are no participations and nothing ever happens and it contains no narrative structure. I even have once wrote an ode to Carrie Bradshaw by Sarah Jessica ParkerThe heroine of “Sex and the City” and her restart “… and just like that”, and by “ode”, I mean that I called her an irremediable sociopath. (I also love without shame “Vanderpump Rules”. I think it is one of the best television programs of all time. Fight me!) For the best and certainly for the worst, I am a bit of an expert on television that makes me want to use infused laundry everytes or throw my television on a window on the fifth floor. It brings me to “… and just like that”, the continuation of Michael Patrick King of Carrie’s adventures in New York.

“… and just like that,” unlike “Emily in Paris”, is actually a television program. It is not an approval; I just say a fact. He has several scenarios that go from season to season. Despite some truly ridiculous problems with the lifestyles of the main characters (to which I will arrive), the actions have consequences. There is a semblance narration here, although the bar to erase – the one that takes place from the French farce of Darren Star, I mean – is so low that it is in hell. It is not because “… and just like that” can legally be defined as a television program does not make it good. It’s terrible. It is, honestly, one of the worst things that I have ever looked at. Each episode looks like a descent into a form of bedlam that I gladly bring when I arrive at the HBO Max application and the press.

I can’t have enough. A perverse, dark and horrible part of me “impatiently awaits” with each new episode of “… and just like that”. I will watch each episode until Star stops or until I am asked to stop in court or something. I would even look every second from this slope if the Che Diaz de Sara Ramírez returned, even if the simple thought of this character made me tremble. I feel a strange and gnawing need for every half hour of “… and just like that” which gave me by the HBO gods. Let me explain … or, at least, try to explain.

I will come back for a second. For the uninitiated (there, I mean healthy and well-adjusted people, probably), “… and just like that” is a restart of “Sex and the City”. The series is launched by Michael Patrick King, who took office as a showrunner on “Sex and the City” after the departure of Darren Star when the third season ended, and it brings Sarah Jessica Parker back as Carrie Bradshaw alongside Cynthia Nixon as Miranda Hobbes and Kristin Davis. (John “Mr. Big” by Chris Noth was assassinated without ceremony by a thug peloton at the very beginning of the restart, and Kim Cattrall refused to return as Maven P and original member of the Samantha Jones Quartet Aside from a cameo of season 2 That I hope allowed him a comic sum of money.) Defines years after the original show and his two adaptations on the big screen “,” and just like that “examines Carrie’s life as a widow, her continuous and long -standing friendships with Charlotte and Miranda, and new connections with friends like Seema Patel (Sarita Choudhury) and Lisa Todd Wexley (Nicole Ari Parker). surface, it does not seem so bad.

The playful spark that made “sex and the city” in sensation – and Transformed Parker and his colleagues into stars Along the way – is nowhere in this sparkling and brilliant restart devoid of any substance or humor. Whenever the show makes a joke, it cannot resolve to trust the public and spell it immediately. (In the second episode of the third season, the study shooter of Cheri Oteri is called Sydney Cherkov, and the series looks back to make sure that you know that it looks like “Jerkoff”. “(The only answer to that, honestly, is” Jesus Christ. “)

“… and just like that” could be slightly more tolerable – and only slightly – if he did not have to resist His own predecessorA spectacle which, in its best moments, was full of life, emotion and surprises; Even his last season managed to shock viewers in the episode outside competition “Splat!” Instead, he often feels lifeless, especially as beautiful performers like Nixon Sleepwalk through their scenes. (I will give credit to Davis, who backs up in the immaculate correspondence sets of Charlotte and the oversized belts as if she never leaves) he also feels … strangely useless, which makes sense when we consider that the show was originally supposed to be a mini-series in a single season. So why can’t I stop looking at it?!

I know one plot People who look at “… and just like that”, and anecdotal, none of them love him. A friend recently sent me a text after watching the episode and said: “How many weeks of this torture? 10?” I replied: “Yes. I can’t wait.” (This same friend asked if she could “get started in the sun” after only 10 minutes from a recent episode.) Another sent me a message to talk about the endless sexual scene of the phone between Carrie and her longtime flame Aidan Shaw – John Corbett, who resumed her original role of “Sex and The City” in season 2 and is somehow on a season 3. Separated for five years so that he can manage things with his children, but he wants them to be contacted and … you know what is no need to be explained.

My point here is that I suppose that we all stick to this show because it is really, really fun to do it, something that is not true for “Emily in Paris” because nothing is happening in this program is memorable enough to make fun. Here is an example: in season 2, a “crisis” for this group of joyful wealthy was that they had to … walk … to the Met Gala. (To be clear, None of these random New Yorkers would ever be invited to the Met Gala.) Because of this, we had a handful of thinking pieces, and I can tell you that my phone’s text alert has extinguished a lot after the broadcast of this episode. It is to say nothing about the che Diaz of all this (including the time they connect with Miranda in Carrie’s kitchen while the latter pee in a bottle of water), the total dismissal of the adorable Steve of David Eigenberg, or the time that Charlotte takes stilettos to sprint through a blizzard and buy conservatives for her teenage girl. THE A Saving the grace of “… and just like that” is that at the end of the day, it’s fun to speak how really it is.

As conflicting as I feel on this subject, I am on this long -term journey. I will continue to watch “… and just like that” and send sms to my friends of any bizarre intrigue that the writers of the show threw a given week. If you are curious, it is streaming on HBO Max – and if you are hateful with me, then you get it.