A frothy, frantic delight of a show, this darkly comic eight-episode murder mystery about a hard-drinking stewardess caught up in a Bangkok killing is pandemic escapism at its finest. Even before party-animal and black-out drunk Cassie (a deliciously scatty Kaley Cuoco) wakes to find wealthy one-night stand Alex with his throat cut and flees the crime scene, this glossy global caper taunts us with its heedless hook-ups, deliriously crammed bars and seamless, maskless air-travel.Â
Smart, sheenily stylish and formally daring, The Flight Attendant feels a long way from the brittle neo-noir of Sidney Lumetâs similarly premised The Morning After (1986). Cheerfully pillaging thrillers past and present to create its bouncy Hitchcock-lite feel, it summons a 70s Foul Play-style screwball vibe as Cassie turns detective to try to prove her innocence. This is nimbly updated with the genre-skipping and amateur sleuthing of Search Party (2016-), and a hint of the winking surrealism of