I somehow forgot to review this one. Which is surprising because this is essentially a perfect tv show if you can stomach dramas masquerading as comedies.
Fleabag does more in six episodes than most shows do in 24. Which is why it won all of the Emmys. And it deserved it. Especially creator/writer Phoebe Waller-Bridge who’s titular fleabag has grown. She’s learned how to behave (mostly) and she’s looking for that happy ending. But instead she finds it for everyone around her. The family who refuses to acknowledge that they are as broken as she is. And only she knows it.
Bitingly funny. Horribly offensive. Beautifully directed. And I’m sure it’s given a whole generation of women the hots for priests (even if they are annoying contradictions in themselves). Season two of Fleabag is just as good as season one. Did you take that last shot as an admission that the show is over? I did. Bold choice if true. We can expect many great things from Waller-Bridge in the future.
4 out of 4 stars