tv review
Fleabag
I have reviewed it once already; I simply required the satisfaction of saying it twice. The wall, the guilt, the priest, the ‘kneel.’ The greatest six hours of television yet devoted to a woman who cannot stop narrating her way out of her own life.
what it left me with
Persist in refashioning your pain as comedy and eventually you must turn around and feel the unconverted remainder. The bit, it transpires, was the wall the entire time.
this is one entry from a wandering list of films, books, shows and albums, kept by someone trying to live a slightly more deliberate life.
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