I'm not a stranger to bad TV shows. I once Wrote a whole hidden right here on /film about how "Emily in Paris" on Netflix (The attractive "sex and the city" show in original form) can barely be called a television show, because there is no deposits and nothing happens and it contains a zero narrative structure. I even once He inflicted an ode to Kerry Bradshaw on Sarah Essica ParkerThe heroine of "Sex and the City" and its restart "... And just like that," and from "Ode", I think I called it an unbearable sociopath. (I also unwanted "Vanderpump's rules." I think it's one of the best television shows of all time. Fight me with me!) For better and definitely for the worse, I'm a somewhat television expert that makes me want to use my fifth -sighted glasses. This brings me to "... and the same as that", a sequel to Michael Patrick King on Kerry's adventures in Newsorque.

"... And just like that", unlike Emily in Paris, is actually a television show. It's not approval; I just state a fact. There are more stories that move from season to season. Despite some real ridiculous problems with the lifestyle of the main characters (I will reach), the actions have consequences. There are Some kind On the narrative here, though the bar is cleared - the one that set the French farce at Darren Star, I think - is so low that it is in hell. Just because "... and just like it", it can be legally defined as a television program does not do it well. It's scary. That is, honestly, one of the worst things I've seen so far. Each episode feels like lowering in some form of Bedam that I voluntarily bring when I pull the HBO Max app and press the Play.

I can't get enough. A perverse, gloomy and frightening part of me "eagerly forward" to every new episode of "... and just like it". Wille I see every episode until the Starwear stops or until I ask to stand in court or something. I would even see every second of this slope if Sarah Diaz returns to Sarah Ramirez, though only the thought of that character makes me trembling. I feel a strange, attractive need for every half hour of "... and just like that" given to me by the FBO gods. Let me explain ... Or, at least, try to explain.

Backse I get back for a second. For the uninitiated (which I think of healthy and well -suited people, probably), "... and just like it is" restarting "sex and the city". The series is a pioneer by Michael Patrick King, who took over as a "Sex and the City" shower after Darren Star's departure when the third season ended, and returns Sarah Essica Parker as Carrie Bradshaw along with Cynthia Nixon as Miranda Hobs and Christine Davis. . Aside from season 2 kmet That I hope Greed used the comically large amount of money.) Set years after the initial show and its two large -screen adaptations, "... And just like it" examines Kerry's life as a widow, her extended, long -standing friendship with Charlotte and Miranda and new relationships with friends. On the surface, this doesn't sound so bad. However, it is.

The playful spark that made "sex and the city" in sensation - and turned Parker and her colleagues into Starswells On the road - nowhere can it be found in this glow, shiny restart without any substance or humor. Whenever the show makes a joke, it can not only be taken to trust the audience and write it, it immediately destroys it. . Exclusively Speaks in the Dad Jokes and Puns used more sparingly in the original series, like when Miranda Says She Wantes to Ghost a Nun She Recently Seduced Only for Carrie to Reply That Would " (The only answer, honestly, is “Jesus Christ. ")

"... and the same as that" May Be a little bearable - and just a little - if you didn't have to stand its own predecessorA play that, in her best moments, was full of life, emotions and surprises; Even her last season has managed to shock viewers in an episode "Salat!" Instead, it often feels lifeless, especially as fine performers like Nixon Spiblkvk through their scenes. (Ille I give a loan to Davis, who slides back into flawless Charlotte sets and overwhelming belts as if he never left), he also feels ... weirdly meaningless, making sense when you think the play was initially to be a miniser for one season. So why can't I stop watching it?!

I know a a lot To people who see "... and just like that", and anecdotal, none of them like them. A friend recently wrote me after watching the episode and said, "How many weeks of this torture? 10?" I replied, "Yes. I look forward to." (That same friended if she could "launch herself into the sun" after just 10 minutes of a recent episode.) Another messaged me to talk smack about the interminable Phone Sex Scene Between Carrie and Her Longminable Phone Sex Scene Between Carrie and Her Longminable Phone Sex Scene Between Carrie and Her Longminable Phone Sex Scene Between Carrie Flame Aidan Shaw - John Corbett, Who Reprised His Original Role from "Sex and the City" in Season 2 and is Sort of Sticking Around - In the Season 3 Premiere, which is the two navigating Long-Distance Relationship. (Aidan has all this job where the two have to be separated for five years to be able to deal with some things with his children, but he wants them to go into contact and ... you know what? Not worth explaining. Too funny!)

My point is here that I suppose we're all sticking to this show because it's really, really fun to get up, something that is not true of Emily in Paris because nothing that happens on that show is not unforgettable enough to mock. Here's an example: in Season 2, the "crisis" for this cheerful wealthy band was that they had to ... to go ... to Matt Gala. (To be clear, None of these random Newsorci would have ever been invited to Matt Gala.) Because of this, we got a few thinking thinking, and I can tell you that the warning about the text of my phone came out quite after that episode was aired. This is not to say anything about Check Diaz for all this (including the time they hang out with Miranda in Kerry's kitchen, while the latter are imposed in a water bottle), the ultimate dismissal of David Egenberg's beloved Steve, or time for Charlotte Dons Stilet to spray through her shining storm. The One Saving the grace of "... and the same as that" is that, at the end of the day, it is fun to talk about how terrible it is.

No matter how conflict I feel about this, I am on this trip for a long way. Keepne continues to watch "... and just like that" and I will order my friends for whatever bizarre below -the outline that the show's writers throw at every given week. If you are iousubopitic, it is a streaming of HBO Max and if you are looking at hatred, with me, then you get it.