“Before there was sex; before there was the city, there was Carrie Bradshaw.” Can I be the first to point out how awful this introductory sequence is (though I loved the text-warp titles later)? I might not have been completely blown away by The Carrie Diaries last week, but it’s episode two, ‘Lie With Me’, that’s the real test of whether this series has legs. Judging by this, Carrie Bradshaw Jr. is going to be hard to get along with.
Full disclosure: I watch a lot of teen dramas. Because of my accidental familiarity with the genre, The Carrie Diaries will have to do something new and different in order to keep my attention. As I wrote last week, the possible shenanigans in Manhattan have oodles of potential for scandal, corruption, coming-of-age and excitement, but I’m far from in love with Carrie’s home life. Her family still irritate me in all of their clichés, her friends (apart from Walt) are as selfish and devious as she is, and the race against time to live three separate lives is already starting to tire me out.