*There is no lyric to pull from but I will say that MY GOD am I happy they went with the other intro.
I am always re-watching something — my favorite films (Scott Pilgrim, Cinema Paradiso, anything with unsupervised teenagers wearing monochromatic outfits from the years 1995-2003, etc), youtube videos that I know will make me laugh, Tiktoks that do the same and of course — tv shows.
I envelope myself in these worlds that I already know so well, over and over again in times of sadness, joy and oftentimes to combat boredom. I already know what’s going to happen, I know every joke and when it’s going to land, and can probably tell you the colour of their duvets or what brand they use when they are making a cuppa. There is something in the re-watch you know? In the act of it all.
Don’t get me wrong, I watch bunches of new films every day..…possibly too many but recently I’ve been on a TV kick. Hopping between watching shows that are new to me (Superstore & The Goldbergs) and shows that are new to us all (The Gilded Age & Abbott Elementary) but always ending up on old favorites — like, Sex and The City.
I’ve re-watched Sex & The City more times than I can count. A few times in sequential order (like I am now), other times starting midway through the series, and other [other] times I just reach for the remote, close my eyes and pick an episode to play in the background while I type away on my laptop — A lá one Miss Carrie Bradshaw.
It’s one of the shows that can actually distract me when I’m on a deadline. I simply can’t work in the quiet, so the whole point of having the show on when I am working is just to fill the space, but nearly 6-14 minutes into an episode and I find myself closing the laptop, folding my legs under myself, cracking open a soda or bubbles and watching like I’ve never seen it before.
Usually I see something or hear something I hadn’t seen before, which you’d think would be impossible for something you’ve seen a million times, but it happens and then there I am again staying up until 4 am to complete something that’s due before the sun comes up on another coast.
I think I write during the show because — as lame as this sounds — I think Carrie would do the same, in fact I know she would…I’ve seen her do it.
Anyway after finishing up the reboot and watching the documentary for it, I found something new — There are 2 versions of the opening. The one we all know and love with Carrie in her tulle skirt and tank (God, the amount of times I wished I worked at the original Patricia Field store when it was around just to soak in a little of the greatness that is Pat), and an alternative version with Carrie in a powder blue dress that doesn’t match the writer we know so well. I’d found this new thing in something I know like the back of my hand — and although I am SO glad they went with the other version — it was so cool to breathe some extra new life into the monotony that is the “rewatch”.