Somehow the many pieces of this episode didn't quite fit together. I never found Aidan's character believable during the best of his SATC days (news flash: men who are manly AND artistic AND sensitive pretty much don't exist in the real world). In this series, on top of being weirdly, metrosexually thin for a 50-something dad of three (who used to battle the bulge in his 30s), the actor is plain camping it up, as if this was all a joke and he's ready to burst out laughing. Carrie apparently inherited a 10-figure sum from Big (whom she used to call John and mourn deeply, but now he's "Big" again, and possibly a "Big mistake"), because she's snapping up a palatial four-bed / three-bath apartment in an Old Money part of the city. Meanwhile, Miranda and Charlotte are given hardly any material to work with. As for the rest of the characters, we've long forgotten who they are and what their deal is, despite the writers' desperate attempts at a cliffhanger of sorts ("I'm pregnant!"). Nobody cares; it's like switching to another TV channel by accident and then trying to figure out what in heaven's name is going on. Overall, the previous few episodes managed to bring back the emotional undertones of SATC quite touchingly, but I'm afraid it's been downhill from there.
