June 28, 1999 12:00 PM

HBO (Sundays, 9 p.m. ET)

When this series premiered last June, I was turned off by its pseudo-sophisticated, Manhattan-chic attitude. I still get impatient when sex columnist Carrie (Sarah Jessica Parker) and her circle of single friends start enunciating rules for relationships. “It takes half the total time you went out with someone to get over them—it’s the breakup rule,” declared art dealer Charlotte (Kristin Davis) early this month in the first episode of the second season. Says who, lady?

But Sex and the City is definitely striking me as funnier this time around, thanks in part to lawyer Miranda (Cynthia Nixon) and her unfortunate choice of male companions. In the June 27 episode, it’s an ophthalmologist (Mark Feuerstein, late of Conrad Bloom) who’s blind to her faked orgasms. On July 11, it’s a filmmaker (Rob Campbell) who insists on screening pornographic videos while they make love. “I can turn off the sound if it bugs you,” he offers, trying to sound considerate. Consider this The Man Show’s smarter flip side.

Bottom Line: Improving chronicle of sexual misadventures

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