I thought maybe the various foxes were God. The pictures falling down thing was not god. That would be typical that God wouldn’t be ‘showing himself’ in the way that HP expected. The paintings falling are kind of a guilt metaphor, reminding HP of his first loyalty being to God. Though there is the great scene where the HP says ‘god help me’ and the whiskey magically falls from the high shelf to HP’s hand. I think that is God, binding the two of them together.
The way in the finale end scene that the Fox kind of checks in on FB then trots off to the Priest to gather him in, or round him up or be with him, or just scare him again (scary because the priest can’t really accept or understand God in lots of ways when he gets a reveal of God) makes me think the fox is God. The way foxes are beautiful but feared and hated by some humans and they scavenge food to survive off human’s rubbish (in towns) - all a bit metaphorically ‘Christlike’.maybe too?
Also I don’t think FB is choosing God by the end. With her female/mother/human body statuette that she reclaims as hers in the finale, she’s choosing ‘other people’ (like Kristen Scott Thomas said we’re all that matters), she’s choosing a human life of relationships rough and smooth, choosing her mum as her protection, moving past looking to her useless self-absorbed and cowed dad, or the terrible stepmother who is an absolutely monstrous narcissist to help her. At the end she’s choosing her sister, choosing to live more comfortably and pleasurably or authentically in her own female body (whereas the priest is choosing to ignore his body). Early in the story everyone is demeaning the statuette’s body and big tits but now you get the feeling FB finds it beautiful and strong.
You get the feeling FB has almost forgiven her stepmother in some ways (not that she deserves it) but were it not for her ludicrous tokenism in collecting people- she’d never have met the priest and that relationship is so meaningful for FB and ultimately healing in its healthy/unhealthy tensions and ironic summiting of the pursuit of emotionally unavailable men (he is an alcoholic, a catholic priest and a ‘father’ with a flock to look after and Pam at home to look after already.)
So many complex layers to this. It is a love story on so many levels but I particularly love the truths around bereavement. PWB is such a phenomenal writer and actor. I would love to see more of her work. Or even if she never wrote another word for tv again I hope she feels she can relax because she has made a flawless piece of art with this.