Cashmere Mafia, Sex and the City producer Darren Starr's attempt at recapturing the magic of the HBO show for network television, premiered last night on ABC. Imagine if Samantha Jones tried having it all instead of having sex with it all, and you have Cashmere Mafia. We don't know if it's the fact that we're not multimillionaires, and don't have kids or office jobs that come with personal assistants, but we found this show beyond ridiculous. And, just like Sex, there are tons of scenes of the female leads drinking and having serious conversations with their boyfriends or husbands in bed. Honestly, for women who probably have to work 12-14 hours a day in order to afford their million-dollar apartments, it seems a little unlikely that there'd be much time for cocktail-swilling and partner pillow-talk, not to mention sex. A montage of the champagne-swilling, above.
two things really, really bothered me about the end of this show (i only caught the last bit while i was cleaning up the apartment).
1) the woman who walked up at the end and went "the cashmere mafia. that's what they call you." it was clunky, and just plain dumb. even if you have a nickname for a group of friends, what purpose does it serve to share it with them? other than explaining the title of the show, obviously.
and 2) Lucy Liu's fiance calls off the wedding, she seems slightly down for like, 2 seconds, and then wants to hear the gory details of her friend's date. i didn't really catch what built up to the fiance backing out, but um....methinks she would be a little sadder than that?