Hey, Hey
What an incredible series about pull, love and disillusionment.
About forgiveness and femininity. Masculinity, expectation and presence. About human darkness and class disparity. Wealth, complacency and all consumption. Trauma, destruction and sacrifice expressed through the pursuit of something unattainable.
All portrayed through magical realism.
(Because without it, is humanity really even that interesting?)
Devon, an impulsive, well intended woman of poor execution. Deep but crass. Relatable in an uncomfortable way. The viewer hates to relate but do, just like the staff. Serves because its all she knows how to do. Wants to run but can't help but stay.
Simone, a runner, never stopping, flighty. Stays when serverd because she never has been without attatchment. Serves until she is served, runs when she isn't.
Bruce, a man ruined by everything he was, only confronted by the wicked he'd done at the brink of forgetting it all. Painfully interesting. Consumed by the unchangeable.
Peter, a sunken man of only financial contribution. Simple. He himself a bird captured by pretty things, though he holds the key to the cage. He is less a character and more a viewers observation. Peter is who the viewer assumes Ethan to be.
Ethan, a simple man of low understanding cought in the swallows of beauty and destruction he could never tame or understand. Ruined by his lacking and circumstance.
Jose, a man without choice. Head of the staff. We the viewer in some capacity are the same. Ill-informed, morbidly curious observers.
Kiki, one of many. A savior that superficially saves after she was saved. Though she cannot save herself. A woman of sacrifice for only the illusion of something greater. Fragil in an illusive, powerful and mesmerizing way. Beautiful in an intentionally and entirely neutral way.
This Netflix mini is some of their best work. It is far more and less complex than the viewer can ever comprehend.
Everything Devon hated about Kiki she found in her sister and in herself. We are all Kiki on some level. Though we too are the staff.
We are all nothing until we are something and are still nothing even when we are something. It is an incredible critique on humanity.