When And Just Like That, the critically maligned sequel to Sex and the City, premiered in 2021, it was greeted by a cacophony of social media outrage. The original show, after all, was one of the most beloved series of the new millennium, running for 94 episodes and inspiring a generation of women to talk more openly about desire and ambition. And its follow-up? Insipid dross. But now, as it enters its third season, has And Just Like That finally found its groove?
Back in New York, Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) is missing Aidan (John Corbett), who has returned to Virginia to deal with a family crisis, putting their relationship on a (crazy) five-year pause. Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) continues to explore her later-in-life lesbianism, with predictably mixed results. And Charlotte (Kristin Davis) is busy with the usual domestic nonsense – controversies in the dog park, Ivy League applications, spousal incontinence – that keeps her occupied. In short, life goes on with the minimal amount of turbulence required to sustain some tension. Can Charlotte and husband Harry (Evan Handler) maintain their happy balance? Will Miranda’s flirtation with a British TV producer, Joy (Dolly Wells), turn into something substantial? And, most importantly, can Carrie and Aidan really make the sexless (and, for him, cityless) distance work? “How you gonna be in a relationship if you don’t even know when he’s going to be coming back?” her confidante, Anthony (Mario Cantone), asks, sanely. “Who are you? Friggin’ Rapunzel?”
