The other day I met a young woman wearing a crop top emblazoned with the words Waystar/Royco – the media conglomerate at the heart of Succession, HBO’s cult television drama about the nasty Roy family and their insane attempts at one-upmanship for control of their father’s company. It won Emmy and Golden Globe awards three years running for best drama, plus numerous extra gongs for the cast, making it – in my book – the most overrated piece of entertainment of all time.
Shouldn’t men like Logan Roy, and behaviour like Cox’s, be relegated to a distant era?
What I disliked most about Succession, which I finally forced myself to watch this year, was the show’s star patriarch Logan Roy, played by gruff ex-RSC man Brian Cox. ‘I hate him so much,’ I told the t-shirt wearing fan. ‘Really? I love him. He’s so gilfy,’ she said, meaning a ‘grandfather I’d like to [fornicate with]’.
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