Cynthia Nixon and Sarah Jessica Parker in a scene from “And Just Like That” on Max. Craig Blankenhorn photo/Max

I’ve given up trying to make sense of the women in “Sex and the City,” I’m sorry, “And Just Like That.”

Carrie Bradshaw, who only a week ago was prowling the streets in what looked like a collection of shopping bags from a designers tire store, seems to be the one of the trio who has a small bite of common sense, and even she is still swept to rapture land by multi rooms of wardrobe, dresses, shoes, ear jewelry.

So why do I watch it? I write reviews for a living and sooner or later I tire of the bang and screams of cop dramas, of shows that squeeze in nudity and sweaty passionate moments with shotgun blasts and endless blondes.

So this weary reviewer sometimes finds himself following the inane practices of three gorgeous vain New York women with precious time on their manicured hands, so here it is. Another segment called “February 14.

Yes. Valentines Day. You’re so smart.

It starts with Carrie Bradshaw sitting at her new laptop and accidentally hits the letter A for Aiden and there he is. AIDEN! Just like that.


OMG. Remember Aiden (John Corbett), her old love before Big? Of course you do. He was the worst dressed actor in New York. “Ratzo” Rizzo in “Midnight Cowboy” had cuter outfits.

We disliked him even more than Che, the really talented stand up comedian Sara Ramirez who wears a biker’s haircut and leather underpants to seduce Miranda.

We learn that Che, whose pilot was not picked up, has returned with a stray puppy to her old job at the dog rescue center. That’s show biz. Good. Let’s move on without Che.

We, who are familiar with the vagaries of the business of Show, suspect that Aiden has been unemployed long enough, and is writing now to Carrie in the hopes that her writers will do a short, short segment about bringing him into her life. I won’t go into that early life. You can download all of that if you’re bored with “Jeopardy.”

So here is what I’ve done, laid out in as many short bursts I can manage.

Aiden has set up a date for the two of them at a restaurant and Carrie gets the address wrong, and she has to sit idly at a back table in what columnist Jimmy Breslin used to call a “drop.”


The dialogue goes like this:

“How ya been?”

“You look wunnerful.”

“You look exactly the same, “ she whispers.

He doesn’t actually, and then he mumbles that he’s lost about 40 pounds, and then after a salad and then “Just Like That” they’re standing in front of her old apartment.

Now if you’re a fan, you know it’s the same apartment as back when they were making love and fighting and having make up sex, and then one day ‘Just Like That” Aiden had had enough, and he went away and Big was there, until he fell off a stationary bike and died? “Just Like That.”


OK, I digress.

We find them getting out of a cab and standing on the first step. Aiden looks up and frowns, shakes his head and says, “I can’t do this no matter how much I want to I can’t go in there with all that … I’m never going in there again.”

So it’s a crime scene, this place, and it should have yellow tape around it. So off they go to a hotel where we can’t watch them fight and then have makeup sex.

Look! Didn’t we hate Aiden? Wasn’t he marked with the scar of Cain or something?

Wasn’t he boring? So why did they bring him back? Back when it was called “Sex In The City,” and Samantha dyed her lady parts orange, it was an ugly kind of fun. What happened to that?

Oh Charlotte? You recall Charlotte, who only a week ago was snowboarding the West Side like a stoned hooker, looking for condoms for her teenage daughter, is “Just Like That” at a Valentine’s Day party with her husband, Harry, the one guy we all like, and she has what they think is a stroke, “I can feel my blood,” she mumbles with eyes wider than a hole in the script, but she’s only stoned from eating a brownie she had snatched from her daughter’s private party.


Is Charlotte so dumb she would eat a chocolate brownie at a teen party? Hello?

So as the song says, “I’m through with love, I’ll never love again.”

The series is available on HBO Max.

J.P. Devine of Waterville is a former stage and screen actor.

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