There is something I desperately want to do with HBOs TV show of the year Big Little Lies now that I have finished all seven episodes.
I want to sit down with my husband and watch it again.
Yes, Big Little Lies, set in the exclusive and privileged beachside enclave of Monterey California is domesticity on steroids. Life threatening steroids.
The central characters – Madeline (Reese Witherspoon), Celeste (Nicole Kidman), and Renata (Laura Dern) wander around opulent multi-million dollar beach-front houses clutching shimmering large glasses of wine, drive 4WD Audis with lush leather interiors, wear designer clothes and heels for school pick-up and seem to always have gloriously stuffed fruit bowls in their oversized kitchens.
Even newcomer Jane (Shailene Woodley), who is young and actually sleeps in a fold-out bed, can't dilute the entitlement of the citizens of Monterey.
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And that is why Big Little Lies is such powerful viewing, wealth may saturate every scene but we are captivated by, and maybe even connected to, these bird-like women at the school gate struggling with the choices they have made in life, who they turned out to be and - pitifully but honestly - what other women think of them.
Unlike the usual TV fodder: Legal dramas, daddy drug dealers with hearts of gold, medical shows, political manipulations, prison breakouts, Wall Street billionaires, medieval kings and strange things that go bump in the night, this is a series that might make my husband turn to me on the couch, say nothing, and know me a little better.
How many TV shows are out there that involve so many complex, fabulous, contrary female characters? Watching Big Little Lies must be for men what it was like for me to watch Breaking Bad or Billions.
Despite opening with the red and blue flashing lights of police cars and cops looking all cop-like; dishevelled, disbelieving and in need of a strong coffee, Big Little Lies is not a murder mystery.