A quick thought on the final scene between Fleabag and The Priest:
As I watched it, I found it reminiscent of a scene from the second season of one of my other favorite British comedies "Chewing Gum" (spoilers) in which Connor and Tracey who have been broken up for a few months (and Connor has a new boo), after delving into detail the reasons for their break-up silently profess their love for one another as it's evident they're not getting back together. Just like the last moments between Fleabag and The Priest I found this moment poignant.
Fleabag was such an amazing series, and while I'm sad there likely won't be another season, I'm glad it went out the way it did. It was real, even in it's absurdity. And I love a good call back (the final shot of her on the bench before she walks away, was like the final shot of the pilot episode in the cab). Fleabag and the Priest had great chemistry though, which was cemented early in the fact that he was the only one who noticed her fourth wall breaks/zone outs.
Even though each season takes place over a short period of time (I think) and is only a few episodes, we actually get complex three dimensional characters, albeit subjectively (I think the fact that we never get to hear the Priest's backstory explanation on his childhood, etc also speaks to this). I remember season 1 premiered in the US just when I needed it, and so did season 2. The voyeuristic nature of the series reminded me a little of reading a Murakami novel. Phoebe Waller-Bridge's perspective is a marvel and I can't wait to see how she turns the new Bond script on its head.
*I edited this part from a much longer post I'd written on season 2 as a whole, my favorite bits, how it was a discourse on love in all it's forms, while season 1 was a discourse on grief, guilt, escapism, etc. It's been sitting in my drafts for weeks. Maybe I'll post it eventually.....maybe not.*
