‘The Flight Attendant’ Should Be Your Next TV Infatuation

Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture. [View in Browser]( [Subscribe]( [Image] with Kevin Fallon Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture. This Week: - The Flight Attendant is good! - The Saved By the Bell reboot is also good! - I Hate Suzie? Good, too. - How To With John Wilson? More like How To Be Good With John Wilson. - And also a drunk lady. I’m Very Onboard With The Flight Attendant [The Flight Attendant]( begins relatably...ish. It’s that thing most people have experienced at least once or twice or 47 times in our lives, where you have a blissful night out that’s so euphoric you keep throwing back another drink, then “just one more,” and next thing you know it’s morning an you sit awake in a jolt, absolutely confused. After you gather your bearings, you’re either like, “Phew…” because things are fine or, “Yikes...” because you have a sudden flash of what happened. But, you know, at least you didn’t wake up next to a man whose throat was slashed while at a hotel in Bangkok. That is what happened to Cassie Bowden in The Flight Attendant, a kooky, trashy, needlessly confusing, and yet irresistibly fun soap-thriller-black-dramedy that is available now on HBO Max. [Alternate text] It is extreme binge season, in every sense of that phrase. It is [the holidays](! Hello food and booze and seasonal depression dressed up with a bit of [pandemic anxiety and doom](. It is also peak time for watching endless hours of television. It’s starting to get colder. It’s dark outside and in our hearts at, like, 4 pm now. Too many idiots couldn’t [wear a piece of fabric]( on their faces or [skip a party]( for a few months so now we’re all going to be trapped inside again. And so...TV! Our best friend, television, as if it knew we would need it now more than ever, is rescuing our will to live with a run of buzzy, diverting, and, in almost every case, unexpected new options in the last few weeks. But none has hit the “I don’t know if this is good, per se, and I don’t really understand what’s going on, but I’m really enjoying it anyway” sweet spot more squarely than The Flight Attendant. Big Bang Theory star—and, whatever you might think of the [long-running sitcom-turned-cynic’s punching bag](, the show’s criminally underrated secret weapon—Kaley Cuoco plays the titular flight attendant, who lands herself in the aforementioned mess after consuming a bathtub’s worth of vodka on a steamy date with a first-class passenger who hit on her in the air (Michiel Huisman). She is, understandably, horrified to discover that she had spent the night post-coital next to a man who had been very clearly murdered and is covered in blood, and she has no recollection of what happened. More, there’s the rapid realization that it very much looks like she, the person who woke up next to him in the morning, did it. In a panic, she calls her confused best friend and lawyer, Annie (a perfect Zosia Mamet), and asks a few hysterical questions about Amanda Knox and Thai extradition laws, then cleans up the crime scene and flees. It’s 2020, so no one can just wipe up a little blood and sneak out of a dead man’s hotel room unnoticed, so of course she lands on the FBI’s suspect list immediately. Certain that she didn’t do it but also aware of how she guilty she looks, she weathers an obvious breakdown while also trying to investigate what happened to him herself, enlisting her friends in her alcohol-fueled downward spiral and channeling the Scooby gang with their bumbling antics as they uncover an increasingly hard-to-follow tangle of shady dealings and corruption. Vulture has cleverly curated this aspect of the show in a post titled, “[All of the Terrible Decisions Kaley Cuoco Makes in The Flight Attendant](.” The series is refreshingly goofy, but colored with a melancholy that makes it richer than purely escapist trash TV. It’s about grief, paranoia, alcoholism, self-sabotage, and the delusion that things are OK. It’s about announcing things like “what’s wrong with being messy?” and desperately hoping someone will validate you. It’s somewhat of a ghost romance (???), which is to say it’s also kind of trashy and soapy in a silly way, a fragile and sudsy balancing act that Cuoco nails. Comparisons are inevitable to the other recent twisty murder mystery that tickled the zeigest, [HBO’s The Undoing](. So imagine that series, but if Nicole Kidman had downed nips of Tito’s as a coping mechanism instead of going on inexplicable miles-long midnight walks. Oh, and if the show actually knew what it was. It’s a confidence in tone that makes The Flight Attendant work, whereas The Undoing culminated in a social media laughing stock for its ludicrous finale. Both Cuoco’s Cassie and Kidman’s Grace are their own gravediggers, making an already compromising situation worse for themselves. But they’re also...zombies? This is an inelegant metaphor, but what I’m saying is that they have a tendency to get themselves into more trouble with law enforcement but somehow, in spite of themselves, triumph out. [Alternate text] It takes more than one episode for the series to really take flight, pardon the pun—actually, don’t. I stand by it. But it’s interesting that HBO Max didn’t release the entire season at once. The first three episodes came out last week, with two more that just premiered. While “bingeing” has become the industry buzzword, the weekly rollout that has proven especially successful in the pandemic in generating slowburn interest—and then keeping it—in series like Amazon’s The Boys, Disney+’s The Mandalorian, Hulu’s Little Fires Everywhere, Netflix’s The Great British Baking Show, and HBO’s aforementioned The Undoing. It’s been funny—which in this case is a euphemism for “exasperating”—to see the last weeks of good TV be accessorized by circuitous discourse about what good TV is, or should be. Is Amazon’s transcendent Small Axe a TV series or a movie series? Is The Undoing prestige or trash TV? Is The Crown documentary or fiction? (The extent to which that last one, especially, reeks as if stupidity had been left in a vat of raw meat baking in the sun for three days, is really sending me.) I’m tired of it all. But The Flight Attendant is harmless fun. That, at least, we should be able to agree on. How Is Saved By the Bell This Funny? Peacock’s [Saved By the Bell is so much smarter]( than it has any right to be. It’s to the point that about midway through watching the first episode, I wanted to stare into the camera I sometimes like to think is recording my life as a television series, call a timeout, and directly address the audience Zack Morris-style, asking, “Is this for real?” [Alternate text] Like a true American, I spent the week of Thanksgiving just watching endless television, eager to recommend the best of the glut of new options that either came out in the last few weeks or arrived onto my radar. I was not expecting the Saved By the Bell reboot to maybe be the best of them. There’s an undeniable creative virus plaguing Hollywood, mutated by the rise of competing streaming services that’s led to an [unprecedented spike in reboots, revivals, reimaginations](, and other such maladies of originality. For all the attention they receive, good or bad, their half-lives are surprisingly bleak. Most never live past the initial interest in bringing back the nostalgic property, or are quickly exposed as having little justification for existing past whatever cute gimmicks are written in the first few episodes to explain how and why it’s back. How, then, is Saved By the Bell, a ’90s children show that, while fondly remembered by millennials, would likely be deemed too cheesy by today’s kids, the one that managed an entire full season that worked? Interestingly, after [the creative success of High School Musical: The Musical: The Series](, some of the cleverest reboots have been in the “youth” space, finding unexpected ways to feel the same but also so new. [Alternate text] It’s mastered the thing where a reboot like this needs to merely glance at the original work—a wink can be seismic when it comes to nostalgia—before establishing its own identity. The new Saved By the Bell feels fresh and modern. There are levels of metaness when it comes not just to the returning cast members (Mario Lopez, Elizabeth Berkeley, Mark-Paul Gosselaar, and Tiffani Amber-Thiessen are all back) but to the ways in which the original SBTB created a mold that the new one sets out to explode. It’s diverse and irreverent. It’s shrewd to make Haskiri Velazquez the new Zack Morris, as she’s maybe the most watchable of the new leading ladies on 2020 TV. And Josie Totah, playing basically a teenage Jenna Maroney, is a S-T-A-R. [Alternate text] But the most important thing is that the new Saved By the Bell’s got jokes. Really great, sharp, pop-culture-layered jokes. [Alternate text] The Best Performance on TV Right Now Watching I Hate Suzie was like having a nervous breakdown as an appetizer to a panic attack after cringing your way through a near-fatal case of second-hand mortification. The only way to get through it is to watch the entire series in one sitting, which you are somehow physically compelled to do the second you press play. It’s like some sort of contract you didn’t know you signed, but it’s binding. The key to the HBO Max series is the [compelling performance of star Billie Piper](. She plays Suzie Pickles, a former child star whose shot at a career reinvention is foiled when a hack surfaces photos of her engaging in a sex act with a man who’s not her husband. [Alternate text] It’s 2020, so it’s not necessarily that that blows things up for her. There are people orbiting her life working intensely to navigate the newly charted waters of revenge porn and privacy attacks, putting the violation in perspective and helping her through it. It’s Suzie who can’t stop making things worse, putting her foot in her mouth so many times that at one point in the series she literally has to buy more shoes to do it. Piper is so good at making you squirm that I wonder if people aren’t going to realize what a complicated performance she’s giving. She’s owed accolades. Pop a Xanax, press play, and see for yourself. How to With John Wilson After everyone I know and respect—including [The Daily Beast’s own Matt Wilstein](—has said, “Hey, you should watch How To With John Wilson, it is truly excellent,” I watched How To With John Wilson. It is truly excellent. [Alternate text] Each episode of the short-run HBO docuseries finds Wilson behind the camera examining the mechanisms of a seemingly innocuous New York City-centric thing—why is there so much scaffolding, how do you cover an armchair in plastic—and, at a pace that is soothing and meandering, uncovering something unexpectedly profound about the humanity that pulses at the heart of this city. It’s like those Sesame Street mini-documentaries that would air in between Elmo’s screeching and the fun songs, but for adults: transfixing, informative, and illuminating. The season finale, which came out last week, may have been the most affecting episode of TV about adapting to life under the pandemic that I’ve seen yet. Normally, I’d scare you away from [COVID-related programming](. But that episode is worth seeking out. The Star of the Week Is That Lunatic Michigan Lady That not even [Rudy Giuliani audibly farting]( during his testimony could eclipse the level of hilarity that came from [the Michigan lady]( who seemed to arrive as Team Trump’s “witness” to election fraud straight from mainlining Dollaritas at the local Applebee’s speaks to just how insane the whole ordeal was. I will never get enough of watching it, or of comedians like [Megan Stalter]( and [Kylie Brakeman]( parodying her. If Cecily Strong doesn’t do [Girl You Wish You Hadn’t Started a Conversation With at a Party]( on SNL this weekend in homage, we riot Sunday at dawn. [Alternate text] [Alternate text] - Black Bear: Welcome to the Aubrey Plazaissance. (Friday on VOD) - Mank: Not since Trumbo have I been less interested in a movie based on its title; however, this one is good. (Friday on Netflix) - Mariah Carey’s Magical Christmas Special: Important! (Friday on Apple TV+) - A Holly Dolly Christmas: Iconic! (Sunday on CBS) - Let Them All Talk: The Holy Trinity—Meryl Streep, Candice Bergen, and Dianne Wiest—take a cruise. (Thursday on HBO Max) [Alternate text] - Your Honor: So generic you’ll think you already watched it and forgot. (Sunday on Showtime) - Godmothered: Why have we failed Isla Fisher so? 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