Crashing is great telly. . . but so is Crashing
Instead of watching the hot new comedy Crashing I ended up watching the hot new comedy
Crashing. This was an honest mistake and almost represented the first real failing of my strict “no spoilers” policy.
Fortunately Crashing turned out to be really great. Which I’ll chalk up as another win for the policy. But I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Before I talk about Crashing I need to talk about Crashing.
It all started when a trusted source come to me gushing about Crashing. Right after he described it as, “the best comedy of the year,” and right as he said, “it’s all about a . . . ” I cut him off.
“The policy,” I said, putting my headphones on and turning back to my desk.
You see, Alfie, I don’t want to know what anything’s all about. Ever. I like to operate in a void of pure ignorance.
This works out just super when it comes to reviewing television shows or movies but is admittedly not so crash hot when it comes to reviewing my finances or insurance policies.
So when I saw Crashing come up during one of my regular rummages through Netflix’s catalogue of new shows, I immediately hit play and got my binge on. It was hilariously filthy, interspersed with the right sort of bittersweet moments and a realness to its central love triangle that sitcoms often fail miserably to get right.
The show was created, written by and stars Phoebe Waller-Bridge. She also created, wrote and starred in the equally filthy and hilarious sitcom
Fleabag. Making her two for two by my count.
Having secured a starring role in next year’s Han Solo movie she appears to be well on the way to becoming the superstar her immense talent deserves.