- Director: Alex Thompson
- Writer: Kelly O'Sullivan
- Producer: James Choi
When the writer is the star and the executive producer...the director becomes inconsequential. This is Kelly O'Sullivan's show...and, a very 'bloody' show it is too!
It's a comedy [supposedly]...without any actual laughs. The obvious 'comedy' is a little difficult to digest...Bridget, who doesn't like kids, becomes the nanny to a lesbian couple's daughter. This highly unlikely scenario is played out with deadpan apathy. Of course, there's going to be an epiphany [kids really are marvelous little things], waiting for it is the problem. Bridget is that problem...she's not a particularly pleasant person, rooting for her is a big ask.
There's a clear and [rather] obtuse feminist agenda that runs throughout...culminating in a clumsily staged breast-feeding altercation...in a public park...hey, that's another 'issue' ticked off the list. It's all so obvious...there's nothing subtle in Saint Frances - even the kid is a PC feminist acolyte.
If you think menstrual blood and abortion are light fayre...then, Saint Frances will be right up your street.
Occasionally things happen in life that make us feel as if the universe is enjoying a cruel joke at our expense. At the onset of a hot summer in Chicago, and having had no time to recover from or process a recent abortion, Bridget begins a job as nanny to stubborn six-year-old Frances. With Bridget's life in disarray and Frances struggling to adjust to the birth of a baby brother, the two begin to form a bond. But as Bridget moves more deeply into the world of Frances and her moms, her personal relationships suffer and she loses sight of life outside of her job.