The breakout second season of the most darkly making drama on Tv wreak a juicy compounding of betrayal and revenge
If Succession wasn’t the breakout HBO affected in 2018, then it’s achieved smash status in its second season, one of very best sophomore outings in recent TV memory. After nine episodes that brought us such landmark times as the Con-heads, Cherry Jones at Tern Haven, literal bed-shitting, the Kendall rap, Greg v Tom’s water bottles, Shiv’s point of no return, and the Kermit the Frog dancing to the Succession theme meme , the finale predicted, as Logan said in the penultimate episode’s final panorama, a” blood relinquish “.
The gang was all there for the extra-long episode, This Is Not For Tears, with Logan Roy presiding over his( boat) campaign chamber of loyalists – his children included- in the final countdown to the shareholder meeting that will determine Waystar Royco’s ownership. RIP to Shiv and Tom’s potential threesome, Greg’s not-favorite Rose and Connor’s iPad- “you need to be a killer,” Logan told Kendall before( potentially) separating their relationship for good, and this finale was always going to see a few casualties. In a high-water mark for an already impressive season, here are merely some of the more brain-breaking points. Sails out, fingernails out, bro.
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Succession has always been careful to keep its distance from its. 001% personas; you’re not so much rooting for them in the world as springing for them to fuck over one another. The second season in particular has highlighted the great insularity wealth provides the Roys and their ilk. Several of the escapades have been contained to remote, inaccessible, luxuriant points- a Hungarian hunting lodge, an Aspen-esque ideas carnival, private jet-blacks, the top of WASPness that is Tern Haven, the yacht- and hinted at the small army of auxiliary, PR folk, and housekeepers who buffer their every interaction with the world. Case in item: the season finale’s jarring image of Logan Roy at a highway-side coffee stop somewhere in Europe, forestalling an embarrassing automatic doorway while Facetiming a major shareholder( apparently no sum of billions can shield you from the unflattering below-chin Facetime angle ).
The shareholder tentatively swims the mood of his representatives: that Logan take the hit for the sail gossip and step down. The likelihood that this would ever happen, despite Logan seeming to consider it in public, was always close to zero; throughout the season, any move toward answering the question of his inheritance had just been entrenched Logan deeper into his increasingly maniacal reign. But the cruise gossip was toxic enough- strange fatalities, sexual harassment,” no real being involved”- that even Logan’s supremacy grip isn’t immune. He’s also not immune to” how was your bawl receipt ?” pop-ups on his cell phone , notable in how stunning it is to watch Logan have even a small brush with daily inconvenience.