SPOILERS! They should have stopped at the end of season one.
Much in agreement with other reviewers, I loved the opening energy and click of season 1. I love the way it clips along, much like the British characters do in their personal lives. (I know it's probably only TV, but if they are really like this I really need to move over there). The characters are so interesting, the headliner herself totally engaging. The first season was intensely satisfying and the dinner scene where she walks out of the room tossing her napkin over her shoulder in slo-mo...I hope I get to blow up a dinner party like that some day. So I clearly really loved first season and now that I've begun season 2 I really wish they would have ended it where it was at the season 1 finale: with a strong, smart badass woman saving her own life and saving other people's lives as a skilled doctor by letting go of her cheating lying husband and his knocked up girlfriend. But then season 2 begins and we're somewhere else entirely disappointing. I am so sick and tired of this old trope--women at each other's throats, vying for the affections of some malignant man who isn't deserving to shine their shoes. Indeed, what is this 1950?? I am struggling to understand. I'm only a couple episodes into season 2, but if what seems to be happening is actually happening, I'm well and truly disappointed. Why is it that accomplished, brilliant, lovely women are always battling each other for the "Grand Prize in Every Woman's Life" category: some malignant man who just screws them over and lies to their faces instead of loving themselves enough to know that they deserve better and leaving those types of losers in their dust? Ugh. I hope the storyline takes some delicious turn, otherwise I'm going to be very put out. SEASON 2 UPDATE: Ugh. Season 2 is a dramatic, disjointed trainwreck. It's exhausting and absolutely no fun at all. I deducted a star for season 2. Honestly, just watch season one and be done with it.