What a shame it is to be bidding farewell to ‘Perfect Life’, one of the few (if not only) shows on the platform whose cast is almost entirely composed of women and a product many of us were calling out for like rain in the desert.
On top of that, it’s probably one of a very small handful of shows that actually deals with real issues so often absent from our screens, topics almost considered taboo in a society that’s really crying out to normalize these concerns, thereby truly affording a chance at a much more “perfect” life.
If it were up to me, we’d be watching Perfect Life for years to come, following the girls’ exploits as they deal with new adventures, because things don’t just ‘happen’ to these women; they ‘deal with’ stuff head on, just like us real women have to do and Dolera knows this better than anyone as one of the country’s leading feminine and feminist lights.
As such, these six new episodes, produced by Corte y confección, are as pleasing to the palate as that first slice of jamon, because you know it’s definitely not going to be your last, and here they’re served up with that same unique narrative style that bowled us over in season one, only this time it’s ever rawer, more mindful of how they got there and even more brassy.
One final installment in a saga I wished could continue, although eternally grateful it ever even existed:
The card-carrying Carrie Bradshaw we weren’t even aware we needed
Okay, I know it’s infuriating to compare any series starring women to ‘Sex and the City’, but this time I’m going to allow myself a relapse. It’s not because ‘Perfect Life’ features an all-female cast in their 30’s to 40’s entangled in existential crisis, but instead down to Dolera’s project being the ideal evolution many of us were calling for when the HBO show revolutionized drama.
“Everything they say is true, except my shoe closet isn’t full of Manolo Blahinks”, “I identify with Charlotte, except for all the money she has” or “I’m very Samantha-like, just without the luxurious life”, are just some of the comments I’ve heard watching ‘Sex and the City’and the series only major shortcoming was its ability to empathize with a wider audience (even though we all love to dream of the sparkling, glossy world of New York’s high flyers).
‘Perfect Life’ is like the penny we threw into the wishing well of drama series in that it comes complete with a much more down-to-earth Carrie (María), a Samantha (Cristina) married with children, an everyday Miranda (Esther) and even a Mr. Big (Gari) we can all finally fall in love with. What we needed was this other version of ‘Sex and the City’, a working-class version, this ‘Sex in the city of Barcelona’ we can actually see ourselves in.
The lost battle of “suitable for all”
If the first season of ‘Perfect Life’ already dealt with issues as commonplace as they were silenced by society, this second batch once again overcomes the challenge in style.
The writers’ room doesn’t just mention the word ‘menopause’ but goes into details without leaving you feeling like you’re being lectured, showcases the issue, suffers it and even enjoys it. They don’t merely table the idea of what it means to have a ‘life project’, but also leaves you pondering on your own position here. And of course, post-natal depression and those early months of parenting, such a seemingly uncomfortable minefield to navigate, is also dealt with.
But even more surprising is that it pulls no punches when it comes to spelling out what it means to be “E-N-V-I-E-D” by the people you love the most, as politically incorrect after politically incorrect topics are presented one after another, the stuff we’re so ashamed to mention but which are impossible to avoid.
This alone should be sufficient to convince anyone to check this production out, meanwhile for some strange reason there are still some out there who believe that only a female audience would be attracted to such a show, and how wrong they are.
On the shirttails of ‘Fleabag’ and ‘Girls’
Bringing the curtain down on ‘Perfect Life’ has been like bidding farewell to ‘Fleabag’, or like when Lena Dunham’s ‘Girls’ walked off into the sunset. You know you’re going to be hard pushed to find anything that even comes near it for some time. In other words, you could spend hours sifting through streaming platform catalogs before coming across a jewel like this one, a mirror you can see yourself in and that speaks to you like a well-read, intuitive and loving friend and introduces you to a world you’d never seen before.
So, as we set off on this arduous journey in search of fresh treasure like that Leticia Dolera has given us, I’ll be lighting a candle and crossing my fingers, in the hope that Dolera comes bearing new projects as we discover yet another female creator just brimming with promise. I mean, it’s not like there’s a shortage of talented women out there, right?