A portrait into the mind of a dry-witted, sexual, angry, porn-watching, grief-riddled woman, trying to make sense of the world. As she hurls herself headlong at modern living, Fleabag is thrown roughly up against the walls of contemporary London, with all its frenetic energy, late nights, and bright lights.
Rated 3.5 / 5 from 4 logs on Katalog
I don’t often watch a piece of media and think: I am the target demographic. And I guess the first of many genius things about Fleabag is that so many women of different shapes and ages and cultures feel that way. But man, it doesnt pull any punches. The depth of emotionality in it, the unfiltered insight into this woman’s mind—the sincerity grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. It makes you want to be more honest—aside from making you want to be kinder to yourself. I know the shtick is that she is abrasive and shallow, lost and chaotic and a mess. But—I never felt that. From start to finish I empathized with every single female character—and the hot priest. Only two character I didn’t root for and love are Claire’s husband and their witless father. But the stepmother? Love her. Sincerely. Claire? Delightful. Andrew Scott’s Hot Priest? Jesus, Andrew Scott’s Hot Priest says a line so achingly upsetting and beautiful that it has no business being on an Amazon show. l love you, says Fleabag It will pass, says the priest Ah! What drama! What ache! What cruel compassion that leaves no paths forward, no avenue for denial or bargaining—even anger is hard to sustain. Youre fast walked into an aching acceptance, ushered with his gentle smile and sad eyes.
I wasn’t sure how I’d like Fleabag, as I watched its abrasive protagonist and unlikable secondary characters go about their daily lives in the aftermath of death and heartbreak. However, as the layers pealed away and it showed itself as a festering portrait of guilt and trauma, I began to find it so compelling. I just wish there had been more.
I forgot how much I love this show!! So well written, so funny and the breaking of the fourth wall adds such a unique layer to the storytelling. Yes there is a hot priest and yes there is a horrible stepmother (you can’t not love Olivia Coleman!!) but my absolute favourite character is the sister, Claire. I like that the actual ‘love’ story is between them, sisters going through the pain of losing their mother, trying to live life in London on opposite sides of the spectrum - one as a cafe owner trying to make sense of things and move on by telling the story and dealing with the past, the other a corporate ladder climbing, sleazy husband having woman who can barely function day-to-day because everything triggers a nervous breakdown. Their father who simply doesn’t know how to deal with ANYTHING and in the presence of their stepmom is like a wooden plank, offers short glimpses of his grief and connection with his daughter(s), but his lack of involvment and communication makes me so angry. Unfortunately he is a great representation of people choosing to deal with loss by not facing it and hiding behind an obviously-not-working-out-relationship because of the fear of being alone. I could watch this show many times, some scenes will always make me chuckle. I think the themes explored and how the story is told make it forever relevant in modern society.
very millenial 🫢
