And Just Like That, Carrie Moves Again

For real this time, probably.

This show was never going to sustain the level of rage I had for it in the past two weeks — I cannot imagine where I could have gone from DEFCON 1, as they don’t dabble in negative numbers — and that’s probably a good thing, for my head and my eyeballs and my shift key. But don’t mistake that for this being an adept episode. It’s not. It just sort of… sits there, and further underscores that while And Just Like That definitely does not feel like Sex and the City, it hasn’t figured out an identity of its own. We’re just watching a pale echo of something that once moderately entertained us, and one that needs to ask itself some deep existential shit about why we are even here.

Che

I’m going to get the really difficult news out of the way first: Che is trying to write more stand-up comedy. I know. I feel you. We thought we had come out the other side. We thought we’d made it. We thought we were all:

And instead it’s like: