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In the end, I just wanted it all to be over. Not just because the last series wasn’t exactly wonderful (did anyone for a second believe the whole thing with the Russian?); but because all the fuss was driving me mad.
Blah, blah, empowering, blah, blah, single women and sex, blah, blah, fashion icon, blah blah. OK. We’ve got the message.
The final episode wasn’t so much of a rousing climax, as a series of slightly clumsy landings: with all the characters being carefully steered into their happy endings like so many creaking aeroplanes being guided into their hangers after too many long haul flights
Carrie gets Big (of course); Miranda becomes a selfless saint; Charlotte adopts a chinese orphan; and Samantha discovers love.
They could have learned a few lessons from the masters of melodrama over at Dawson’s Creek and set the final episode three years into the future: but that’s just quibbling.
Anyway, it’s over. Now when’s West Wing and the Sopranos coming back?

Caught another mind-boggling episode of Nip/Tuck last night. Quite restrained this week. Christian (the good looking surgeon) decides to dump his girlfriend after she trims her pubic hair in the shape of his initials - but spells it wrong.
Being a nice guy, he agrees to trade her with his arch rival plastic surgeon for a nice blue Lamborghini. She finds out: he ends up chained to the bed and helpless as she runs off with the car. And who said this show has no morality?
Oh: and then there was the curious incident of the male cross dresser about to have a sex change operation; who has a fling with the lesbian nurse, then can’t quite work out whether or not to have the op after all.