It’s a typical American high school teen show — but less annoying than others of the kind even though it has all the usual clichés.
Whenever a TV show achieves cult status, it is difficult to let it just be. The temptation to do sequels/ prequels/more of the same is clearly too
much to resist. Who can be immune to the possibility of making more money? (Yes, that was a purely rhetorical question because the short answer is: No one.) Enter, The Carrie Diaries (Zee Café).
The super success of TV series Sex and the City (based on the book by writer Candace Bushnell), about four independent thirty-something high-living New York women devoted to designer shoes and tumultuous sex lives, meant that the show wasn’t going to just fade away from our lives. Well, it didn’t.
It came back in the form of two films, of which the second one was so bad that it should have been called Sex and the Pity. (What did fans expect though? The action shifts from New York to the Middle East — that itself should have sent off warning bells.
New York City is the heart of the series, so pulling the characters out of there and dumping them in Abu Dhabi — why? — was a bit like making a Western but shifting the cowboys and saloon girls to the Phillipines).
Anyhow, Sex and the City has made a comeback on TV — sort of. The Carrie Diaries, again based on the book by Candace Bushnell, goes back in time to the lead character Carrie Bradshaw’s small-town high school years.
Though Sex and the City revolved around the lives of four women, the focus was firmly on Carrie Bradshaw, the smart, bright newspaper columnist who drank Cosmopolitans, dressed fashionably and dated the wealthy Mr Big.
In The Carrie Diaries, Carrie is a wide-eyed teenager living with her rude and rebellious sister Dorrit and her protective father Tom Bradshaw. Her world is limited to her high school friends, her involvement with Sebastian, the cutest boy in school, and her first brush with New York as she lands an internship in a Manhattan law firm and gets pulled into a more, well, worldly world, full of sophisticated parties and people.
It’s pretty much a typical American high school teen show — but less annoying than others of the kind (read One Tree Hill), even though it has all the usual clichés, from the mean and manipulative school vamp with her vapid hangers-on to sex in the back seat of cars to the agonized — and agonizing — conversations about everyone’s love lives (“He hasn’t called me for two weeks!”).
Sex and The City was a grown-up show about grown-up women. So I can’t quite see its fans warming up to a teen show, even if it’s about Carrie Bradshaw as a curly-haired, sweet young thing who’s on the verge of discovering the big love of her life — New York.