John Hughes’ Carrie Bradshaw
"The Carrie Diaries," the CW's "Sex and the City" prequel, sells a nostalgic fantasy about New York City
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“The Carrie Diaries,” a prequel to “Sex and the City,” which begins tonight on the CW, has an infectious if semi-idiotic positive attitude: Like the handbag stained with nail polish that a young Carrie Bradshaw (AnnaSophia Robb) decides to cover in more nail polish to make it cool, it’s kind of chic despite itself. And like that same handbag it is unexpectedly innocent, harking back to a day when Day-Glo spatter patterns and puff paint were the leading edge of cool — even if that day never really existed.
“The Carrie Diaries” is set in 1984, a few months after a high-school-age Carrie’s mother has died — a discontinuity with “SATC” that will surely not be the show’s last. Carrie, her father and her 14-year-old goth-in-training sister, Dorrit (presumably named after the Dickens character, which really complicated my vision of Carrie’s parents’ inner lives), live in Connecticut and are trying to figure out how to go on just the three of them. Inevitably, it involves clothes.
But if things are dark for the Bradshaws, “The Carrie Diaries” is not a dark show. “It was 1984,” Carrie voice-overs. “We had an actor for president and most people could say they were better off than they were four years ago,” which is one perspective on the dead middle of the Reagan years. “The Carrie Diaries” takes the position that 1980s New York City was a fun, fantastic, free era. Like the people who are horrified by the Disneyfication of Times Square and New York City, “The Carrie Diaries” sees the ‘80s as an unusually creative and raw moment in the life of the city — but, in the case of “The Carrie Diaries,” that’s because it imagines that 1980s New York was already Disney World, with everyone queuing up for that amazing ride, the Warhol Experience.
In the first episode, Carrie gets an “internship” — a form of indentured servitude I’m not sure was all the rage in 1984 — in Manhattan and wanders through the very clean and safe streets to the discount shopping mecca Century 21. Once there she makes a brand-new friend, a stylist for Interview magazine who, naturally, loves Carrie’s DIY handbag and immediately invites her to party at Indochine, where Carrie meets and dances with a bevy of inspiring and hip artists and musicians and gays. She summarily falls in love “Not with a man, but Man-hattan.” (Carrie Bradshaw apparently developed her way with the deadly pun at a young age.)
Willa Paskin is Salon's staff TV writer. More Willa Paskin.




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