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Episode Three: catch-38
Why am I not surprised that Samantha has blown Mick Jagger?
This episode is boring. It’s all baby talk.
But what is up with Steve washing Miranda’s hair with a bar of soap instead of shampoo? I remember when the first Bourne movie came out, someone told me the scene where Matt Damon dyes Franka Potente’s hair and then washes it for her was like super sexy. Then I watched it on a plane, and there was nothing to it. So I’m wondering if it was edited for the airline?
Episode Four: out of the frying pan
Bratty Carrie in this episode. What the hell is she talking about – “don’t tell me my friend might die?” And then Samantha totally puts her in her place, and there’s no mea culpa moment because Carrie can do no wrong, apparently.
Episode Five: the cold war
Alright. I like how Miranda eats junk food and likes to watch TV, but giving her the trashy magazine addiction is just overkill. Especially when she says “I love it it’s my thing let it go.” Like, twice. She went to Harvard, come on.
Again, Carrie sucks: Whee! Let’s get drunk and go to my boyfriend’s house. My boyfriend who is an actual creative person and has to follow his muse, not like me, making a living off my social life.
The night I watched this episode, in which two mice invade Carrie’s apartment, I actually saw a mouse in my own house. Turns out he was a field mouse who can quite easily squeeze under the front door. The three of us ganged up on him (actually, i just kind of watched as dog and boyfriend did their jobs) and frightened him so much that he hasn’t been back.
Really. “Splat!” Enough said.
Episode Seven: an american girl in paris (part une)
It’s cheesy, and I don’t care. I love Paris, I love how the show treated Carrie’s expectations of Paris, and I love, more than anything, the scene where Carrie steps out on to the balcony and squeals at la Tour Eiffel. It’s just the Parisienne rooftops in the background and the sunlight and even the air looking European. Sigh.
Also, I’ve always thought that Petrovsky’s daughter was a nod to Paul and Stella McCartney. I think the girl looks like Stella, and the fact that Stella used to design for Chloe and the girl’s name is Chloe… Just another stylish girl with a famous father.
Ha. Samantha’s a cougar. I just realized that.
Ouch. Carrie left her laptop.
MPK does this really funny thing on the commentary when Big walks into the coffee shop. He says Big has to answer to her…and her…and her, as the camera pans past each of the girls.
I like how the wife of Alek’s best friend holds her own in the conversation with the boys instead of just making small talk with Carrie.
Episode Eight: an american girl in paris (part deux)
I’m writing about these last two episodes in real time because I watched them one time through without writing anything down, and now I’ve got two screens open on my desktop and I’m typing while watching and now I’m wishing I had been doing this all along. Damn.
Smith’s hair looks stupid after he dyes it.
Ah, the return of the cigarettes. She’s even eating at the patissier and smoking between bites. MPK says the giant dog smelled like a barn.
I’m guessing the tourist that’s filming her from the boat is …swedish?
aww, she sees her book in the shop. Too bad she completely screws those people over. I hate that.
Oh, the couple from Charlotte. Why would Charlotte and Harry serve them lox? That’s not really a very democratic offering, especially knowing that they’re hillbillies. “Is that the fish?” B just told me “lox” is also a rap group out of NYC that includes DMX and Eve.
My sister tells me that I really liked the french rap song (DJ Solar) that’s playing in the background while Carrie is running around Paris and Miranda is running around Brooklyn. I don’t remember saying that, but I’m proud of myself if I did.
Magda gets prettier in every episode. I hope I look like her when I’m old.
I love that when Big finally finds Carrie, she’s squatting in her nouveau-tutu looking for diamonds.
She says “this is so surreal.” I hate that word, ever since a fellow bookstore employee described our work environment as surreal. Fatuous statement, here and then.
Ah, Big’s name. That was my achilles heel. I didn’t like Big, but in arguing with a Big proponent, I conceded that Carrie was allowed to end up with Big IF we learned his real name. And we did, so she did.
“And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.” Okay, I get it now.
Mandy Shelton 