'Fleabag's' soliloquy on menopause is the best three minutes of TV ever
There are many reasons to praise "Fleabag," Phoebe Waller-Bridge's sweetly savage excavation of family and fury, guilt and desire.
Waller-Bridge's ability to strip baroque emotional crises down to their tragicomic bone is second to none - as both writer and star, she is strategically honest and relentlessly lovable. She is also not afraid to take a sudden hard left onto some seemingly anonymous story line that appears out of nowhere just to see what lies at the end of it.
Treasure, more often than not.
In the second season on Amazon Prime, several hoards are unearthed, but none as unexpected and valuable as a bar-stool soliloquy on the glories of menopause.
Yes, you read that right.
"Fleabag," both the show and the main character played by Waller-Bridge, is steeped in the perils and pleasures of youth, which makes the paean to midlife that much more powerful.
