Not even a good Taylor Swift needle drop could save the splatter of a mess that was episode 9. The season feels like it’s lived a million different lives, trying to pack in so much content into each new episode, yet with nothing to say. Even the recurring plotlines feel like a nightmare you can’t get out of. There is always some unbeatable obstacle blocking your way of escape, and no matter how hard you try to win, the odds are stacked against you. It is disheartening because I thought the series was headed in a positive direction, but they’ve drained all sensible character choices from these women.
There is currently no confirmation for a Season 4, and I am putting all my hope into the hands of HBO Max that they will let this fizzle out and cut off the monster’s head at Season 3, saving some of the magic from the original IP instead of completely wrecking its reputation and legacy. When I visit the grave of Carrie Bradshaw and friends, I want to remember moments like “Big is Moving to Paris,” not “Seema is using crystals as deodorant.”
It’s available on HBO Max.
