And Just Like That… Nothing Happened (AGAIN)

Who could’ve seen this coming?

Oh right—literally everyone. In the latest episode of And Just Like That, Carrie finally sleeps with her aggressively pleasant downstairs neighbor, Duncan—a man who went from cranky loner to golden retriever in record time. And while the show tried to serve it up like a surprise twist, it landed more like room temperature tea. Unsweetened. From a waiting room.

Let’s break it down.

Duncan Got a Personality Transplant

Remember when Duncan was grumpy and vaguely misanthropic, like a man who would mutter about noise ordinances and HOA violations? Now he’s all twinkly-eyed and giddy, like he just discovered lavender oil and gratitude journaling. What happened? Did he and Miranda go in for a BOGO lobotomy? Did Carrie’s writing unlock his inner sunshine? Was The Woman just so magical she put the twinkle right back into his eye? Is he… okay?

Honestly, when he stood in her closet and whispered “Hello” to her shoes in that exact same way Carrie does, I had to pause. Was this a love interest or her long-lost gay bestie? What straight man looks at a shoe like it just solved climate change? This is what happens when your writers’ room is exclusively women and gay men who seemingly have no idea how straight men operate! (It’s not just him, they’ve effectively neutered every male character!)

Speaking of Nonsense…

Brady got a girl pregnant. Sure. Why not? That storyline came out of nowhere, added nothing, and existed purely so we could be treated to slapstick scenes like Miranda getting farted on by the baby mama in a hair salon. Groundbreaking stuff.

Also, I don’t know, maybe if you and your ex accidentally conceived a red-headed “oopsie baby,” you’d teach your kid how babies are made? Just a thought.

Steve made a brief return to scream and look confused—welcome back, king—and Seema’s gardener boyfriend (don’t ask me his name, no one cares) moved on from his deodorant obsession to mommy issues. His mom is now… a plant? I think? Honestly, I tuned out somewhere between talk of his rent-controlled apartment and the connection between his mother and the plant. Who cares.

Charlotte Deserves an Emmy (Finally)

Charlotte spent most of the episode doing a New Age cleanse or whatever with a psychic energy healer who seemed like she wandered off the set of Curb Your Enthusiasm (was that Susie?!). Most of it was classic And Just Like That filler—tap dancing kids interrupting, shrieking, chaos, yadda yadda—until the final scene. When she broke down over Harry’s cancer scare, Kristen Davis actually got to act. Like, for real. With real emotions. It was actually moving and subtle and human and real. A unicorn in the nonsense soup that is this show.

A Tiny Sprinkle of OG Miranda

Miranda had one good line. One. When she grumbled about having to be a mom again because Brady’s moving in, I actually felt something. Original Miranda peeked her head out of the void and gave us a one-liner. Blink and you missed it.

Carrie: Normal Outfits, SJP Energy

I will say, Carrie’s outfits were borderline normal this episode. Dare I say, wearable? She looked like a woman who might exist in the real world. And here’s another thing: I finally get what the comments have been saying—Carrie is just Sarah Jessica Parker now. The mannerisms, the voice, the vibes… it’s her. We’re watching SJP play herself with a different wardrobe budget… that’s why Carrie has felt so off all season!

And Then… The “Climax”

Of course, Carrie and Duncan hook up. Of course he’s going back to London. Of course this whole storyline was just a weird detour into Nothingville. But I did appreciate that she kind of took accountability for being a jerk to Miranda. Growth? Maybe? But mostly: filler.

And I just can’t get past Duncan’s personality change, British men don’t smile that much!! That’s all I’m going to say. His whole “jolly chap with a tortured past” thing felt like AI wrote him based on Hugh Grant roles and a Pinterest board.

In Conclusion: We Are So Close to Freedom

This episode was a perfect metaphor for the series: long, silly, occasionally touching, and mostly pointless. Nothing happened, and yet it took 40 minutes to not happen. At least they filled the time with… fart jokes and ghost plants?

But good news, hate-watch hostages: the nightmare is almost over. And Just Like That is not being renewed. We have two episodes left. Two more bowls of steaming nonsense soup. Then we are free.

Unless… they do a spin-off.
Don’t give them ideas.