Killing Eve: It's A Very Strange Show

Sunday, I watched the season finale of Killing Eve.

 

It's a very strange show.

 

British intelligence agent Eve Polastri is obsessed with tracking down talented psychopathic assassin Villanelle.

 

Talented psychopathic assassin Villanelle is obsessed with Eve Polastri, the woman who is tracking her down. 

 

After 8 episodes of a cat and mouse game where the worldly Villanelle seemed to always have the upper hand over Eve, the season ends with Eve locating Villanelle’s apartment in Paris. It is there where Eve and Villanelle wind up in bed together. 

 

It’s not what you think. But then again, maybe it is. 

 

The degree of fascination Eve has with Villanelle is virtually sexual. For Villanelle, it is actually sexual. The mutual and reciprocal obsession of each woman to know more about the other betrays a level of intimacy that is on a level usually reserved for the most passionate lovers.

 

Maybe Superman and Lex Luthor feel this way about each other but I doubt you will ever see them lying next to each other in bed like we do with Eve and Villanelle.

 

Eve nervously says, “I’ve never done… anything like this before.”

 

Villanelle, tenderly reaching to stroke Eve’s hair, gently replies, “Don’t worry. I have…”

 

Maybe it is what you think.

 

But the knife in Eve’s hand thrusting towards Villanelle’s stomach tells us, no, it isn’t. 

 

This is, as I said, a very strange show.