‘And Just Like That’ Returns With a Third Season as Gloriously Unhinged as Carrie’s Outfits
Last week, I received some disturbing news. There were whispers in journalistic circles—and by that, I specifically mean circles that had been lucky enough to receive early episodes from the hotly anticipated new season of Michael Patrick King’s And Just Like That—that the upcoming third installment of the divisive Sex and the City reboot was… actually good. Not bonkers, watch-it-through-your-fingers, so bad it’s good, but genuinely good, and a real departure from its previous, wonderfully unhinged outings.
Could it be? Surely not. To find out, I dove head first into the six episodes shared with critics. And now, I’m delighted to confirm that reports of its superior quality have been exaggerated. And Just Like That remains as thrillingly batshit as ever—and I, for one, could not be more grateful.
We pick things up with Carrie (the ever-luminous Sarah Jessica Parker) and co. not long after the (highly surreal) events of Season 2: namely, our gal about town’s decision to pause her relationship with John Corbett’s beleaguered Aidan Shaw for five years while he raises his teenage sons. The pair are still in touch, though, sending each other mostly blank postcards and occasionally having very awkward phone sex.
Miranda (Cynthia Nixon), meanwhile, is cruising “lady bars,” which only seem to yield eccentrics or former acquaintances, and living in a noisy Airbnb next door to a crazed naked man wielding a meat cleaver, even though her best friend, Carrie, literally has a giant, mostly empty Gramercy Park townhouse and garden. As for Charlotte (Kristin Davis), she has, as usual, got her hands full with her life as a high-powered, late-night-partying gallerina, as well as her husband, Harry (Evan Handler), and kids, Rock (Alexa Swinton) and Lily (Cathy Ang), the latter of whom has a new, polyamorous, ballet dancer boyfriend.
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