Melissa Kite

Russian Doll is a brilliant new Netflix drama in which a woman relives the same night over and over again. It is particularly enjoyable for me to watch because I feel like that is exactly what I am going through. The same problems present and re-present themselves, quite as though I never come to grips with them, when in reality I do nothing but try to come to grips with them.

In Russian Doll, a New York software engineer called Nadia Vulvokov (‘It’s like Volvo only longer,’ she pleads) finds herself reliving her 36th birthday party in an ongoing time loop wherein she repeatedly dies horribly in a violent accident and the process begins again. Her seemingly inescapable fate is to relive her mistakes over and over while trying desperately to figure out what the hell is going on.

Yes! I thought, while watching the first episode. This is what I’m talking about! Every episode of my existence is like this, from big things like the builder boyfriend coming and going, coming and going, right down to the most minor details, like the fact that every time someone apart from me in my household does the washing up they use an entire bottle of Fairy Liquid, and every time someone throws away a piece of rubbish I have to fish it back out and put it in the correct bin.