“It's a heartless show, and that is maybe what I hate the most about it.”
I hate Succession.
I know I’m supposed to like Succession. There’s this prevailing whiff of compulsory appeal that radiates from every scene — it’s not quite desperate, but it is unrelenting. It’s thirsty, this burning desire to be adored like a passive god. It’s a bit cheap, like an Instagram post of a slice of trendy pizza, where the pepperoni is expert…
