I just watched the stage version a few days ago, and after a short time, the plot development is still fresh in my memory. So when watching the TV version, the focus is more on the differences between the two versions. When I watched the first two episodes, I felt that the stage version was better than the TV version, with more sophisticated structure, clearer clues, and more flexible time and space processing. But looking at the middle and later sections, I found some advantages of the TV version, which opened up richer details and dimensions to Fleabag's bad life, whether it was the relationship with his father and stepmother, or the connection with the loan interviewer. The stage version is narrated and performed by Fleabag alone, connecting various small paragraphs in life, seemingly loose, but in fact condensed. In the TV version, these small paragraphs are distributed according to the actual time and space and presented cross-present, the narrative is closer to the real rhythm, and it also brings a more real sense of suffocation. However, the alienation effect of the TV version is similar to the one-man show of the stage version. Fleabag often confided her inner comments to the audience facing the camera, and the viewing angle outside the screen was weakened, and it was closer to the experience of sitting opposite the square table or under the stage, listening to her story.
Two of my favorite episodes in the TV version, one is that Fleabag and the interviewer meet again on the lawn outside the meditation activity, and Fleabag listens in silence to him about how to send himself to training camp by mistake. Strangely enough, Fleabag was actually quite unbearable under the "full silence" rule in meditation, but when he met the interviewer, he signaled that he couldn't speak. At first, it was an unspoken pretext, but it unexpectedly gave the interviewer a chance to reveal his heart - like facing a real tree hole. That scene is quite amazing, people whose life curves briefly intersect to give each other some comfort in an unfamiliar place. The second is the conversation with her father by the car after she messed up her stepmother's exhibition. In a few words, she portrayed the contradictory image of her father quite three-dimensionally. He is selfish, hypocritical, and always avoids solving problems. He has just bought a house in France but stands by his daughter who is about to go bankrupt. After the death of his wife, he wants to pursue a complete family life, so he completely abandons the feelings of the two daughters. In the back of your mind, even if you see a dispute between the incumbent and her daughter, they don't care. But at the moment beside the car, we got a glimpse of his occasional care, occasional family affection and responsibility as a father, which is one of his aspects. And they vanished as Fleabag's stepmother came into view—the most important aspect of him.
Watching the last fifteen minutes of the last episode, I was thinking, before I had a hard time imagining myself living a life like Fleabag, I don't seem to fail so much, I don't screw everything up, and I don't care that much about sex . But looking back at every piece of her, in a sense, it's very similar to my current state - I've been blaming myself for not doing anything well, even though I haven't been reduced to a loser's situation. Maybe our lives are like this. It seems that we are struggling to get things back on track, but we are pushing them to collapse, family, social, academic, professional... Finally, when the whole building collapses, it collapses and collapses. , howling.
When I watched Fleabag smash a wine glass at my stepmother's exhibition, I really wanted to turn the clock back to a week ago today, go to the small conference room on the 12th floor, and yell at the two sb male interviewers. But more often we are just labeled as Here for help, take the tray with a smile, cosplay the waiter reluctantly, and then lie down on the broken bed of the small rental house and swear after a day and night of exhaustion. I swallowed hard for the poor unfinished offer. Life sucks.
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