“Look At Me” continues to expose a lot of logical issues as Fatma’s downward spiral continues apace.
This recap of Fatma season 1, episode 3, “Look At Me”, contains spoilers.
As we reach the third episode of Fatma, patterns are beginning to emerge, and a compelling cold open is one of them. It’s a good way to kick off an episode, obviously, giving you a tease of what’s to come, especially in this case, since Fatma holding a man hostage and being a bit frantic suggests she’s further down a slippery slope than she would perhaps like.
We have to wind back a day before we get any more context on this, though. And promptly another pattern emerges – that Fatma knows next to nothing about Zafer. It’s not just all the money he owes to various nefarious people, but various other illicit and self-serving matters that continue to be uncovered. This, combined with a clear history of abuse and guilt over the loss of a son, are surely enough to turn Fatma into the killer she’s becoming – but that doesn’t mean her methods aren’t terrible, as Fatma episode 3 continues to prove.
Where this mostly crystallizes is in her assignment to kill Ekber, which Bayram reminds her is still on the agenda. The act, I think, represents a clear turning point, the transition from reluctant killer to willing one, and the point where the characterization begins to catch up with the plotting. This would make for a richer narrative if there weren’t so many plot holes and contrivances being left behind. Fatma fuming over Ekber’s obvious abuse of his mistress, and her subsequent bloody murder of him with a snapped broom handle, should be an impactful moment, but it plays more as a head-scratcher because of how stupid it is in the broader context. We’re at the point where young girls are able to follow Fatma’s bloody tracks, so going bonkers in this fashion only makes matters worse.
There’s lots to be said for the long-term impact of trauma, and it’s interesting territory to explore, but Fatma season 1, episode 3 undermines its ideas by being too cavalier as a thriller. It’s all well and good having the big nasty moments, but they have to fit together into something coherent, and thus far Fatma doesn’t, really. “Look At Me” plays for a kind of shock value that it hasn’t earned, and sacrifices character and plot just for empty impact. There’s still enough meat on the bones of the story to pull an audience through, just about, but more of the same will wear the skeleton down to dust before long.