Deep within (or perhaps beyond) all the gutter talk lays an undeniable, irresistible work of art methodically constructed by artisans.
I cringe for the better part of every 45-minute episode, but I also can't turn away.
Succession's kinetic energy feels raw and propulsive, like watching Shakespeare, Sorkin, Hannibal Lecter, South Park's Cartman, and Family Guy's Stewie play racquetball on a court three sizes too small.
You may not feel any better after, but the gladiator's question Are you not entertained will definitely be answerable in the affirmative.
