Why The Prequel To "Sex & The City" Is A Flop


Don't waste your time on this Sex and The City Prequel!

As a devoted Sex and the City fan, it was obvious within the first two minutes that the musical blast from the past (including Joy Division posters, Modern English, Cindy Lauper, and even Kim Carnes) would be the only remotely enjoyable aspect of the show's new prequel, The Carrie Diaries.

1984 is a period in fashion that should not be re-visited under any circumstances, and there is something especially offensive about connecting this low point in fashion to one of the most fashionable shows in the history of television. The big hair, the oversized neon earrings, the wide cable sweaters, the baggy pleated pants: hideous!

I tried to give it a chance and to keep in mind that the show is about high school. After all, it might be nice for teens to learn a bit about coming of age in the pre-internet world. But when Carrie's best friend talked about how losing her virginity was "like putting a hot dog into a key hole," it became obvious that The Carrie Diaries was trying to be too many different things to too many different people.

It was as if I had entered a grotesque Girls meets Sex and the City meets Pretty in Pink universe that could truly disgrace the memory of the original series. 

The Carrie Diaries tries to teach some decent but entirely undeveloped messages about heartbreak, virginity loss, drug use, sibling rivalry, shoplifting and moving on after loss. And AnnaSophia Robb has a flair for fashion and spunky mannerisms that are remarkably Carrie-like. If only they could enlist the old writers, then maybe the hideous fashions of the 80s would be the worst of their problems!

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