It was impossible to accuse the first season of The Flight Attendant (Sky Max) of being understated. For latecomers to the party, and it was quite the party, Kaley Cuoco played Cassie, a hard-living flight attendant who woke up in a hotel room in Bangkok with the mother of all hangovers and no memory of what had happened the night before. Handily, Alex, the man with whom she had been having sex, was there to help jog her memory, though he was actually dead, and communicating with her mostly through surreal, hallucinogenic flashbacks. Then the FBI got involved, followed by the CIA, and it was a lot.
It was also really, really fun. Cuoco’s performance as Cassie was one of the year’s best, and despite occasions where the sheer excess of it all threatened to tip into silliness, it was a hugely entertaining caper with some clever, insightful explorations of a messy psyche. It did, however, wrap up the mystery of what happened to Alex fairly neatly, leaving the show’s inevitable return with a dilemma: how does Cassie get herself into another sorry mess, and how quickly can they get her there?
