I've watched this episode twice now, and am still confused by how I feel. Aside from the fact it's extraordinary, the confessional monologue touched a nerve that I'd rather not spend much time exploring. I suppose it's discomfort, both because Fleabag is a mirror that reflects all the bits about myself I don't particilarly like, and because situationally it's so awkward! I guess that's what makes this art.
Bravo PWB, even if the next two episodes are pale in comparison, episode 4 is a televisual triumph. I'm still a little freaked by my reaction to it. Why did that kiss bother me so much, (I'm an atheist) and why do I really just want someone to tell me what to do?! Perhaps I'm not actually a feminist after all.
Bravo PWB, even if the next two episodes are pale in comparison, episode 4 is a televisual triumph. I'm still a little freaked by my reaction to it. Why did that kiss bother me so much, (I'm an atheist) and why do I really just want someone to tell me what to do?! Perhaps I'm not actually a feminist after all.