DIANNE BUTLER OUT OF THE BOX
IDON’T know how gradual Phillipa Finch’s demise is. An episode only goes for two minutes, so not very. It’s more what you’d call a plummet. And she’s really careering towards the edge tonight. She takes a good long look at herself, which is what she does all the time anyway, and consults her inner physician, who is portrayed as an owl— it’s adorable.
I was worried/mildly con- cerned I wouldn’t like this show, but sat through the whole series in one go. I know, what a soldier — a whole 34 minutes. I don’t know if you’ve seen any of this. But 10 o’clock Tuesdays, what else would you be doing?
Phillipa’s depressed and a tiny bit self-destructive, and as inward looking as a teenager, or as Toni Collette says in one bit (she’s the narrator): ‘‘ Phillipa Finch had set up a chaise longue for herself in the realm of the emotionally thwarted and perhaps she would’ve remained there in a passionless state with only tea bags as a source of comfort and a small window for company . . .’’
The drawing here (it’s animated) is terrific, and Phillipa’s half-pathetic/halfappealing (ultimately futile?) search for a meaningful relationship, even one with herself, is genuinely absorbing. Maybe that’s closer to 60-40 on the pathetic/appealing — she did go to art college.
Nurse Jackie’s demise I would describe as gradual. But gee, she must only just be holding it together. Have you seen her chemist bill? Yes, she actually has to pay for those drugs sometimes. Quite often, by the look of it. She hasn’t just slept her way into addiction. Or she has, but that’s not keeping her there. Especially now that Eddie the pharmacist has been replaced by a machine. I don’t mean in her bedroom, although that could be true. I mean the dispensing machine in the hospital. Nurse Jackie Eleven, 9.30pm The Gradual Demise of Phillipa Finch ABC1, 10pm
Chemist bill: Edie Falco