The summer of 2008 broke history, and rebuilt it.
America suffered through a bitter presidential election on the road to a globe-wrecking financial crisis.
In theaters, cinematic generations were risingand falling.
HBO
Last week:Indiana Jones and the alien ghosts or whatever.
Next week:Kung Fu Panda!!!!
This week: EW TV critic Kristen Baldwin revisits the cinematic adaptation of a television phenomenon.
(“Like he was picking up the check for coffee or something,” Carrie marvels.)
Miranda (Cynthia Nixon), bless her, is the first to point out the obvious red flag.
“But he’ll own it, so you’re keeping your own place, right?”
“Can’t you … just go ahead and feel what I want you to feeljealous?”
“If anything were to happen …” she falters.
“I have to be smart here.
Say it’s like something’s hammering at my uterus.”
What are you doing, Carrie?
“I knew you would do this!”
she shrieks, pelting Big with her bouquet.
“I knew it!”
Here, though, is where the Carrie and Big story gets really weird.
(Did Noth have a non-refundable vacation booked during production or something?)
After all, Steve messed uponetime.
“I feel bad for the guy,” says Harry,SATC’s platonic ideal of a husband.
“He says he’s been writing to you and you never responded.”
“It was love.”
But why was Big’s mediocre atonement enough for Carrie?
Why was it enough for me in 2008?
Maybe that was the point.
