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Cox: "Succession"

 I'm watching TV that makes me feel very little; "UnPrisoned" is too much like a sitcom, and "Lucky Hank" doesn't have a plot.


So it's a relief to reacquaint myself with "Succession."

Like the writer Elizabeth McCracken, I am deeply suspicious of anything called "heartwarming." You couldn't pay me to watch "Ted Lasso," and the recent "Shrinking" interview on "Fresh Air" sort of left me cold. And so I think that the bleakness and raunchiness of "Succession" is exhilarating.

Just to recap:

*A father wants his estranged children ("the rats") to make a "happy birthday" call. So he has his preteen "assistant and friend" make a lobbying effort. The rats say, "He needs to place the call." The friend says: "I think a text could be arranged." One rat says, "No deal. Thanks for taking his cock out of your mouth so you could chat with us...."

*A husband calls his estranged wife and says, "I might have a date tonight." The wife says: "Are you asking me or telling me?" The husband: "I'm performing the ask..." Wife: "You're saying, I'm inside her right now....May I have your permission to cum?"

*Broadway legend Cherry Jones reports to friends that she may need to miss lunch. "I may be getting a headache--but you're welcome to wait for five minutes, to see how the situation develops...."

There is nothing on par with this--on any other streaming platform. I'm grateful.
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