Show Review: Stath Lets Flats – The Kind of Ridiculous That Just Works

I stumbled across Stath Lets Flats on Netflix a couple of weeks ago – a comedy series I’d somehow never noticed before. It’s the kind of show that doesn’t exactly shout for your attention in the algorithm, but once you give it a go, it completely worms its way into your head.
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There are three seasons of the show in total, but only two are currently available on Netflix UK, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because the first two are brilliant, a curse because once you’re in the groove with it, you’ll absolutely want more – and season three isn’t there. Yet, anyway. Fingers crossed they get that sorted because I need closure.

From the very first episode, I was sold. The humour is stupid, awkward, and gloriously British. It’s not trying to be slick or overly clever – it’s chaotic, offbeat, and packed with moments that make you simultaneously laugh and wince. Stath, played by Jamie Demetriou, is a completely hopeless letting agent who’s somehow both cringe-worthy and oddly loveable. He bumbles through work, family, and life in general, and while he’s clearly a walking disaster, you can’t help but root for him.

The show lives in that brilliant space where it feels low-budget but intentional. The dialogue feels unscripted at times (in the best way), and the supporting cast are just as mad as Stath himself. It’s not a show full of massive plot twists or grand arcs – it’s more like a slow build of awkward moments strung together by absolutely bonkers interactions. And somehow, that works.

If you enjoy off-kilter British comedy that doesn’t take itself seriously – think People Just Do Nothing vibes – this one is a must. Just be warned: when you finish season two and frantically go looking for season three, it’s not on Netflix. Yet.