”Sex and the City” returns to the sublime
My cheeks are flushed. I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I’m swooning around my apartment, trying to resist calling everyone I know. My ”Sex and the City” fantasies have been answered! Where to begin talking about this week’s sublime episode 5? First of all, let’s take a moment to give major props to Chris in the Morning’s trainer. What, did John Corbett spend his off episodes on a ”Survivor” diet? And though I thought a guy ‘do would never make or break his hotness, how incredibly sexy did this neo-Clooney-Caesar-cut look? We won’t even go into how hot the bar owner thing is. Or the bar owner who also owns a dog thing is.
And when Carrie admitted to herself and to Miranda that she might still have feelings for Aidan, I was ready to go out and buy a dress for that wedding… I mean, for THAT wedding episode a viewing party I’ll throw. You just know the next few weeks will be filled with crush torture, the torment of regret, and fabulous ”I want you back so I’m going to look fabulous and bump into you after a 14-hour strategy session with my girlfriends” outfits.
Steve, by the way, wasn’t looking half bad either. Though I’ve always thought he and Miranda could make it work, I guess it’s really over between them. (Am I only accepting this because Steve’s now with a woman named Jessica?) After weeks of lamer than lame behavior, Miranda emerged like a phoenix this week — funny, charming, understanding, quirky, warm, and quite sexy in that red dress and unlawyerly hoop earrings. Is she en route to becoming our new favorite character?
Not that the old faves were any less glorious this week. The Charlotte v. Bunny showdown was hilarious, mostly because you know it’s just the tip of the iceberg. Let’s hope Bunny — with her mallards, Connecticut wardrobe, and reverse Oedipal complex — tortures Charlotte all season. It gives Charlotte a backbone and well, frankly, no one should get to have a Manhattan apartment with a STUDY without having to suffer a little.
As for Samantha, we knew it wouldn’t last with Maria, but we were especially happy with how the relationship ended. There were no tears and no PC moments, just some good ol’ plate smashing and dildo drama. The sight of Sam strapping on that strap-on would have been priceless. Oh well. My one criticism with the breakup? Sam’s post-breakup outfit. Gold gloves? It’s a bar opening, not a Culture Club concert. Still, when an accessory is the only thing to complain about, it’s a good week.
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