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Most everything that happens before the final few minutes of Mrs. Fletcher is enjoyable, a low-fi series about our (hopefully) ever-evolving relationship with ourselves, told from two perspectives.
Allowing Hahn to seduce you is easy enough to do, and compensates for much of “Mrs. Fletcher” that is mostly just … fair. The puzzling part is that it ends with possibility for future episodes and storylines, and the sensation that if it doesn’t return to expand upon those unresolved developments, we’ll be fine going on to the next.
Mrs. Fletcher, though, is missing an opportunity to say something profound about people and the inconvenient discrepancies between what they want and what they need. The series benefits from two remarkably deft performers, who paint outside the lines of their characters. (All seven episodes are directed by women, including the veteran Nicole Holofcener and the performer and writer Carrie Brownstein.) But in the end, I wanted more—more insight, more illumination, more interrogation of the differences between sexual freedom and freedom itself.