Fleabag – blame the parents

I’ve come to this all topsy-turvy, having watched the second series, then gone back to see the first and now rewatching the second again. To be honest, this doesn’t detract hugely from an understanding or appreciation of the programme, for those coming to it fresh.    It gives more information on the itinerant naked lady torso statue and the story behind the demise of Boo, (but no reason as to why Fleabag looks to the audience to be complicit, or where the nickname originated) but everything else can be gleaned from the second outing.
The soundtrack is also spectacular, with dramatic classical music stings. And there is the same wicked humour and devil-may-care attitude to character portrayal as in Killing Eve. I bet Phoebe Waller-Bridge is an excellent drinking companion.
So cleverly written is it, that you don’t really notice, until someone points it out; how few of the characters are named. (Another poke in the eye to traditional drama that feels that naming characters is imperative). ‘Hot Priest’ Andrew Scott is indeed delightful and manages to remain hot, even after you have read the comment that he looks like both Ant AND Dec. Some took umbrage to audiences finding him hot because he is emotionally manipulative and toxic, but as others riposted, so is Fleabag herself.
In fact, the hottest scene IMO, is the bar scene between our Pheebs and Kristin Scott Thomas. The latter’s speech about how women carry pain, whereas men invent it, should be made mandatory reading. Stick it on the Tube please. Watching Fleabag being drawn, moth-like, to older, authority figures of both genders made me realise how entrenched her parent issues must be. It’s a shame we never got to see the mother in a flashback. Dad is bumbling and easily swayed by The Unpleasant Godmother, yet clearly the problems inherent in both his daughters’ attitudes to relationships weren’t caused by him alone.
I wasn’t disappointed that Fleabag and Priest didn’t end up together (And I’m the soppiest romantic EVER). It wouldn’t have been right for either of them. Anyway, with no more series planned, we can invent our own ending. Maybe they can both work on their ‘issues’, he can ditch the priesthood for which he is clearly not suited and they’ll get together in a few years time. Possibly in Finland with Claire and Klare.

by Maggie Gordon-Walker

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