Netflix’s Swoony, Lush Bridgerton Is Your New Romance Obsession
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Sometimes, it can feel as though television series arrive exactly when you need them to, and Netflix’s lush period drama Bridgerton is precisely the show our particular moment requires. True, the story is not exactly a serious drama—at least, not in the way we normally like to think of historical period pieces. This isn’t The Crown. It isn’t even Downton Abbey. And viewers shouldn’t expect it to be. But that’s okay, because Bridgerton is perhaps all the better for understanding exactly what kind of show it is, and leaning into its identity with its whole heart.
As we stare down the barrel of a dark COVID-19 winter, avoiding family holiday gatherings and waiting for our turn to get the vaccine that might allow us something like normal lives again, this colorful confection of longing glances, gorgeously anachronistic gowns, and social politics feels like a beautiful gift. It is pure, swoony joy from start to finish, a delightful bit of escapism into a world that is rich and fully realized, populated by feisty heroines and dashing dukes, as well as their cinnamon roll siblings and hot mess friends.
An adaptation of the popular series of books of the same name by Julia Quinn, Bridgerton follows the story of the eponymous Bridgerton family, a large, charmingly Austen-esque brood of generically good-looking brunettes and their slightly overbearing mother, who’s much nicer about trying to marry them all off than Mrs. Bennet ever was.
In this first season, based on the novel The Duke and I, we follow eldest daughter Daphne Bridgerton (Phoebe Dynevor) as she makes her debut into London society, an event that seems destined for success until her brother Anthony (Jonathan Bailey) begins ruling out all her potential suitors, often for reasons he doesn’t bother to consult his sister about.
With the men of London either uninterested or driven away, Daphne eventually finds herself targeted by Lady Whistledown (incredibly voiced by Julie Andrews), the anonymous author of a Gossip Girl-style scandal sheet whose pages mock her as a failure. Desperate to save her reputation, she strikes a deal with Simon Basset (Regé-Jean Page), the roguish Duke of Hastings, newly returned to town and eager to stop marriage-minded mothers from shoving their daughters at him.
They plan to fake a courtship, allowing him to stay single and her to look like a much more desirable prospect for the men around town. If you’ve ever in your life read a romance novel or even seen a rom-com or Hallmark Christmas movie, you already know exactly how all this is probably going to go down. But Bridgerton somehow manages to make everything about this story feel like the first time we’re seeing it, all over again.
Part of that is due to the wonderful chemistry between Dynevor and Page, who are dynamite together. But it’s also because Bridgerton is almost completely uncynical, full of characters who desperately believe in love, and who unabashedly hope for the best lives possible even though they know the world they inhabit is deeply patriarchal and unfair. The supporting cast is full of fascinating, well-rounded figures, whose stories I hope will continue for many seasons to come.
From Eloise Bridgerton (Claudia Jesse), Daphne’s outspoken younger sister who wants to forge her own path in a world that limits her options, to sweet Penelope Featherington (Nicola Coughlan) who just wants someone to see her for who she is, there are so many great women in this universe, of all ages, agendas, and types. Adjoa Andoh’s Lady Danbury is particularly wonderful, a steely-eyed realist who gets all the best lines and is the sort of immediately iconic acerbic dowager figure who deserves a seat of honor next to Violet Crawley.