Russ HM

What a self indulgent whine-fest on Andrew McCarthy's part. I loved these films in the 80s, and watching McCarthy's navel gazing road trip sucked the joy out of my memories of his early performances. My wife and I couldn't keep watching this drivel beyond the half way point. Do yourselves a favour and just don't start it.

Two episodes in and I can't watch any more. I loved Crashing, sad, self conscious and darkly funny. Alas Fleabag is none of these. All the tedious neurosis of the Sex in the City characters rolled into one protagonist. With none of the endearing qualities. The script is so boring I had to pinch myself to stay awake. Just don't.

Just don't. So disappointed in Maggie Gyllenhaal, who I love. The script is achingly try hard naturalism, so "fresh" 20 years ago. Like Sophie Coppola's "Marie Antoinette". Looks beautiful but utterly tedious due to bad story telling. An extravagently indulgent two hours long, it contains twenty minutes of dramatic dialogue which progresses the story. The rest is studied close-ups and the boring minutiae of everyday conversation 🙄 There is utterly no point to this story (spoiler alert for the ending). If I'd realised it is adapted from an Elena Ferrante novel I wouldn't have bothered. She is a serial offender of writing books which are a fast cure for insomnia.