The series revolves around the life of Fleabag, a London tragedy girl. The screenwriter is also the heroine. She named herself in the play "Fleabag", and the explanation is as above. The story tells the little things about her and the people around her. My sister was separated by a scumbag boy-in-law, and my father was taken away by a mean stepmother. Fleabag gave up her boyfriend’s love for her friends. Unfortunately, her friends are not as good as dogs. They finally opened a coffee shop with their girlfriends. They were still dead. As for the coffee shop. , The frequent customer is a South Asian man who doesn't order anything but only charges his mobile phone and computer Ipad. The description of life in one sentence is: Cool for a while, bereavement for a lifetime.
In fact, nothing major happened, but "London Life"'s violent and wise lines made people always interested in watching the show. Fleabag’s stepmother is probably the cheapest person I have ever written. Every conversation between her and Fleabag makes people want to write it down in a small notebook, but when I laughed most knowingly, it was in Fleabag’s coffee shop. It’s a rare business to open, the ridiculously expensive sandwich price, just shrug your shoulders and say "London", and the host and the host will have fun. When someone in my hometown asks about my house price in Beijing, I will shrug my shoulders and give him two words." Beijing".
The structure of "London Life" is better than the lines. The fifth episode is still astonishing. The last episode quickly rises to the height of literature. The chattering ambush line detonates suddenly and absolutely: Oh, it turned out to be like this; alas, that's it. The way the character breaks the fourth wall and talks to the audience through the screen is not new, but what is rare is that in this show, this kind of formal sense of separation and plot are perfectly unified. The last episode of Fleabag forgot to laugh at himself. With the disguise removed, the last dignity of the character in front of the audience is also gone. When the understanding given by strangers brings inexplicable warmth, the onlookers can only say one thing in sorrow: the poor must have, alas, the pitiful place.
After watching a drama with a hilarious beginning and a sighing ending, I flipped through the comments and most of my friends were lamenting "loneliness": the phrase in the film "I just want to cry all the time" (I just want to cry all the time) ) Was copied and copied to praise and praise. Others did not cry, but two lines of tears.
It's not that it's wrong, but then again, why is it not loneliness to talk about it? The Monkey King who crossed the sea with a solitary sail is lonely, and the Javert who jumps into the waterfall is lonely, and Carson McCullers puts loneliness on the forehead of a small town. Anyone who writes a bit of a human touch is lonely at home and abroad. Teacher Liao has already pointed out the direction: how difficult it is to understand! Who can really understand who? Don't talk about outsiders, but sometimes you are strangers to yourself. Loneliness is the essence of life, so when I live at this age, I already know it, but I haven't lost my thoughts. It is too old to learn new words, and it is too early to know the taste. It is useless to say more.
What I sigh more is the relationship between Fleabag and his father and sister in the film, as well as the regret and guilt that everyone secretly conceals. There was a scene where the father came out to comfort Fleabag, and for a moment he saw the warmth and love, but the next second the stepmother walked away, and everything returned to the original natural and embarrassing appearance. I remembered what a friend said to me: When I was young, I always quarreled with my parents. I knew the reason and no one could persuade anyone. Yuqing and success are the best filial piety, but it’s still noisy. The voice on the phone is better. Everyone is big, and the next second I let go, I feel regretful and want to cry, because I know in my heart that one day my parents really pass away, and every injury at this time will become evidence that I cannot forgive myself in the future.
So, how can there be any "rare confusion"? When we make any choice, why not know the price and the trade-offs. How can there be a decision that satisfies everyone? The play is particularly delicate and vivid. Fleabag himself, his father, sister, artillery friends, and passers-by who are familiar with themselves, the most self-interested behavior driven by desire, must be the sacrifice of others as the price, and they will turn a blind eye to others. Only eyes, and the love of my dearest relatives, guilt is the most useless proof that I have cherished, cared about, and loved you.
I can't bear the spoiler, and I say something else, and finally say something happy.
If you can use any chicken soup to summarize the show, it’s the famous sentence: “If life deceives you today, it’s okay, it’s the same tomorrow” or “God closed a door for you, it doesn’t matter, he must I closed the window for you a long time ago." Recognizing the benefits of these chicken soup early is not about being downhearted, not about resignation, but about teaching us to know how to cherish joy, why should we cherish joy? Because joy is the isolated islands that rise to the surface.
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