Here are the Season 4 trials of Miranda: Performs tragic "singlehood" comedy bit Is dumped by fellow Crunch gymgoer for having the temerity to exhibit a bit of self-confidence Dates guy Jim Gaffigan who takes loud farty dumps with door open Has eating-disordered interlude with Duncan Hines cake Has a ghost Has awkward liaison with guy who wants to get rimmed Throws out neck during argument with Charlotte; has to be carried -- naked and barely covered by bath mat -- to safety by Aidan Her Mom has sudden heart attack and unexpectedly dies Is forced to care for an ailing Steve, who though he owns a bar in New York City apparently lacks the life skills to seek proper care for his testicular cancer Is manipulated into pity sex with Steve after he whines, "Who's gonna fuck a uni-ball bartender?
Has one-night-stand with Robert John Burke As an actor, Nixon must have relished many of these trials as an opportunity to strut her stuff -- and strut her stuff she certainly did! Her performance in "My Motherboard, My Self" -- the episode where her mother dies -- is a gorgeously subtle one from start to finish, making for one of the best episodes of the series thus far.
If I never need to just get a cry out of my system, I'm just gonna go watch that bra fitting scene. So crushing and great! But why was it Miranda who was saddled with so much misery, when everyone else had fairly clear sailing? Sure, Charlotte's desperate efforts to have a baby were stymied by the failure of her relationship with Trey, but isn't it a good thing that she got out early and with that residence?
Samantha, of whose backstory we were cruelly robbed by the premature death of The Carrie Diaries, loses a Birkin to Lucy Liu and gets cheated on by an asshole, but Birkins are overrated and James Remar isn't that great, so her suffering is negligible.
I wonder why the writers opted against spreading the trouble around, and instead chose to lay it all on Miranda? What do you think? Like I said, Nixon did a great job with everything thrown at her!
And, overall, I loved this season. Am I getting Stockholm Syndrome or did this show really start to hit its stride? I have to assume that part of the reason for this is timing, as the first twelve episodes of the season ran from June-August, , and the second half of the season ran in January and February of You can feel the fissure in the season, which in this case isn't just a temporal one: Even before I checked the dates of the episodes I try to go in as cold and context-free as possible.
I take this Marathon Diary seriously, you guys! Things felt realer and rawer. Look at Carrie's and Charlotte's breakups, for example, which seem way more like how people actually fall apart than their breakups with the same men in Season 3. That is not to say that this season is devoid of cheese, though. What is up with Samantha's stalking of a Franciscan monk, for example? Costas Mandylor is perfectly attractive, but go-to-church hot?
Sorry, this just seemed like a writerly contortion to work in the phrase "Friar Fuck. No, Carrie, don't agree to wear beige panties. Frank Rich wouldn't have, so why are you? Then there's the weird relationship Samantha has with Maria, a Brazilian artist played by Sonia Braga. Did the show's writers decide to take Sam one way, then chicken out?
It feels like a weak dead end. But for every misstep, there are some great, hilarious moments. Big and Aidan's mud-wrestling match might be one of the most realistic fights I've ever seen on TV, like, actual laugh aloud good. Also fantastic is Carrie and Aidan's fight over "stuff" as he moves into her place -- John Corbett's wounded "it's preventative" when Carrie discovers his Rogaine almost made me feel bad about disliking him.
And all that insane cardboard baby stuff with Trey and Charlotte is so fantastic; it's so bizarre and funny, yet a great microcosm of their imminent doom.
The season ends on a melancholy but hopeful note -- one that implies that there's work to be done: Miranda's now got a child to raise; Samantha's heart is shattered; Charlotte's got to figure out how to be on her own again; and Carrie's security blanket -- Big -- has decamped to the Napa Valley.
It's not a full-on reset for the series, by any means, but a welcome shake-up of some patterns that had been threatening to turn into ruts.
HBO A decade later, Big, and Raul would have quit on you to drive for Uber, and instead of a cab you, Carrie, and "Porkpie" would be stuffed in the back seat of some rando's app-summoned Carolla. You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone, buddy. Diet Tips From Aidan: When Carrie contemplates a return to Aidan's arms, Charlotte wisely notes that he "just needs to get rid of the turquoise rings and the tummy.
First, ha, remember when everyone had a George Foreman? Goodwill sure does; their aisles are lined with those things. Next, we sure are a long way from pimping Manolo Blahniks, huh? Finally, green peppers are the Season 3 Aidan of food and should be left to rot on the vine.
Look, I'm no Richard fan: But I must admit to feeling some sympathy for him when Samantha gives him this dreadful painting. HBO What an ugly piece of shit! It's like Hallmark by way of Hot Topic. Clearly, Richard agrees with my assessment.