This show left me exactly where it did at the end of last season: Sorry it won’t have a chance to grow, a little disappointed it squandered some of the chances it had, and full-on craving more Walt.
Fug File: The Carrie Diaries
This one is going long, because it’s Prom night, so the clothes need a close look. You will be unsurprised that Carrie looks NOT AT ALL era-appropriate.
As this show marches on toward its probable end, I’m struck again by the fact that even though plenty of things frustrate me about it, I will miss it. This week, Carrie’s plot was actually good enough that it managed to cover a slightly cringe-y subplot, and Samantha wears a TOTALLY ABSURD gown.
Ugh, awards season and travel got me behind — there was another new one last night that isn’t covered here. Has anyone discovered human cloning yet? HOWEVER: Amid all the clothes, the show very bravely tackles the spectre of AIDS in the ’80s, and while it’s not super expansively done (how can it be, on a teen soap on The CW?), I think it’s fantastic that they didn’t just pretend that wasn’t happening. Besides, Walt is the greatest, and also so emotionally complicated, so anything they give him to do works no matter what it is.
I apologize for the length of this slideshow, but it’s THREE episodes’ worth of The Carrie Diaries, and I didn’t want to deny you any noteworthy ensembles. It’s light on Donna La Donna, heavy on shoulders, and DELICIOUSLY tinged with The Golden Girls. It’s light on plot, too, for those of you who don’t care but just want to ogle bright and sparkly things.
In which Carrie loses her virginity both with a bang and a whimper. In the sense that she has sex, off-camera, and it was all hunky-dory with no drama.