
The much-anticipated return to the world of Manolo Blahniks and cosmopolitans has taken a sour turn, leaving a significant portion of its dedicated fanbase deeply disappointed. And Just Like That..., the HBO Max revival of the iconic Sex and the City, is being accused of sacrificing its signature wit and charm for an overload of politically correct storytelling.
Miranda's Radical Transformation: From Corporate Lawyer to 'Cringe' Activist
Viewers have expressed particular dismay at the character assassination of Miranda Hobbes, once a sharp, pragmatic lawyer. Her abrupt journey into late-life lesbianism with comedian Che Diaz, played by non-binary actor Sara Ramirez, has been labelled as painfully awkward and inauthentic. Critics argue that the storyline feels less like a genuine exploration of sexuality and more like a checkbox exercise, with Miranda's character becoming a shell of her former self.
Charlotte's Perfect World Shattered by 'PC Nonsense'
Similarly, Charlotte York-Goldenblatt’s picture-perfect life on the Upper East Side has been injected with modern-day angst through her child's exploration of gender identity. While aiming for relevance, these plotlines have been criticised for their heavy-handed execution, leaving audiences cringing at what they perceive as forced 'PC nonsense' that disrupts the show's original escapist fantasy.
A Loss of Sparkle: When Messaging Overshadows Story
The core critique centres on a fundamental shift in tone. The original series was celebrated for its nuanced and groundbreaking discussions of women’s issues, seamlessly woven into engaging narratives. The reboot, however, is accused of prioritising sermonising over storytelling, trading the show's heart and humour for what many see as performative wokeness that fails to resonate.
The overwhelming sentiment from disappointed fans is a simple plea: they wanted to reconnect with the beloved characters and the glamorous, aspirational heart of New York City. Instead, And Just Like That... has delivered a lecture, proving that even on the Upper East Side, you can have too much of a supposedly good thing.