The Ballad Of Tom Wambsgans
He won this season of ‘Succession’
Tonight, somewhere in America, someone is going to kill another person for money. It will likely be a small amount of money — literal pocket change — or maybe a watch or a purse but one human being will do something horrible to another human because they are greedy, desperate, soulless.
So just imagine what people would do for lots of money. Millions. Billions. I suppose that’s what HBO’s Succession tries to do. That’s the show’s basic premise.
The hit series is, mostly, about a family wallowing in luxurious purgatory, fatted inbreds without the upper-body strength to properly stab each other in the back. They plot and complain and tear each other apart, day in and day out, in penthouses, in villas, in yachts.
These characters are all impossibly witty and broken and each of them does not have the same worries as we mortals do. Their entire existence is watching their doddering billionaire bulldog of a father Logan Roy for any sign of weakness or favor, each snake-like child a paterfamiliologist. There’s Kendall, the turncoat prince crippled by guilt and ambition, his sister Siobahn, Your Callous Majesty, and Roman, crude runt. Oh, I forgot the eldest son Connor but so does everyone else.
