WHAT’S A FLEABAG?
I watched the final episode of Fleabag and wanted more. Is one Fleabag enough? This character is a catharsis for me because she sees me with her knowing side-glances, and so we walk together as she finds a resolution to the ambiguities in her everyday life. I am OK, she tells herself and me, and waves goodbye, her gold goddess in hand. Being OK, no matter what, is the end of suffering.
We forget that a TV show like this is ART, and ART is a metaphor. Great art, great metaphor, and all great art is spiritual in that it is healing. The art takes up our sins willingly, walks them through to a resolution, and then drops us off back in our everyday mind feeling better for having made the trip.
The Art of Fleabag is the art of the clown and the mime. Fleabag opens with our clown wearing the black and white yin/yang outfit of the French mimes. The clown willingly wears our suffering and makes us laugh at ourselves. How absurd it is to suffering when you are basically OK.
I’m going to watch the series again, now on second viewing more able to read between the lines and pickup up the symbolic threads that one misses on the first go-around. This is a very deep layered work of art. All great art keeps revealing its wisdom to you as you see it for the first time every time you watch it.
Art that is not great and deep has no value when you see it the second time. The first viewing exhausted its wisdom as it was only skin deep