Thu. May 2nd, 2024


Byrne continues to use her sad eyes, evident vulnerability, and capacity to exude power to her advantage. Her performance doesn’t shy away from Sheila’s issues, but she never turns our main character into a villain.

All of which to say, “Physical” wraps up perhaps too nicely. Season Three harkens back to earlier moments, Sheila examining another pimple, side characters left behind getting neat conclusions. It leans into the lore of its previous two seasons, a move that feels a little unearned for a show with around 15 hours to its name. 

This final season is also disjointed, as if they had to stuff multiple seasons of plot and character development into one last set of episodes. Shows like “Physical” need six seasons to tease out their story arcs and build complex explorations of their themes. Too often, they have to wrap their stories quickly, and the last season of “Physical” suffers from just that.

This season opens with Sheila battling Zooey Deschanel’s Kelly Kilmartin. Well, more like Sheila is battling the idea of her. Kelly, the real woman, is busy building a Jane Fonda-esque fitness empire with rival products. The two become real business competitors, but at the start, Sheila doesn’t interact with the actual Kelly. Instead, she’s arguing with a fictionalized version of Kelly, a phantom who embodies and speaks to Sheila’s worst fear while also making Sheila seem crazy. Kelly is Sheila’s inner, self-hating voice personified.

As Kelly, Deschanel appears to have fun under all that bleached hair. She oozes sex and snarkiness, speaking in a hyper-affected accent. “Physical” doesn’t waste Deschanel’s many talents, giving her space to sing and dance on screen and generally vamp it up.

But partway through the season, the show abandons that conflict after a climax so extreme that I thought it was in Sheila’s head. When Greta (Dierdre Friel) confirms that Sheila’s nightmare did, indeed, come true in the flesh, it’s hard to know where “Physical” can go next.

By Dave Jenks

Dave Jenks is an American novelist and Veteran of the United States Marine Corps. Between those careers, he’s worked as a deckhand, commercial fisherman, divemaster, taxi driver, construction manager, and over the road truck driver, among many other things. He now lives on a sea island, in the South Carolina Lowcountry, with his wife and youngest daughter. They also have three grown children, five grand children, three dogs and a whole flock of parakeets. Stinnett grew up in Melbourne, Florida and has also lived in the Florida Keys, the Bahamas, and Cozumel, Mexico. His next dream is to one day visit and dive Cuba.