Like the Sopranos, we'll be talking about this in 30 years time. It's a masterclass in how to make a bleak dramas and a hilarious comedy, and keep the viewer guessing as to which one they're watching.
It's also a masterclass in how to take a group of repellent narcissists and give them some humanity. As awful as the Roy kids are, you're constantly reminded that they're deeply damaged by their father. Behind the private jets and multi-billion dollar deals are their ongoing failures to make genuine human connections.
But it's ending at the right time; just as the rhythm of the (very funny) profanity-laced insults starts to become familiar, and the recurring brilliant techniques the writers use start to become more visible. One more season would become soapy and over-familiar, whereas one last killer season (which this one is shaping up to be) will guarantee this show's legacy as one of the greatest TV shows of all time.
It's also a masterclass in how to take a group of repellent narcissists and give them some humanity. As awful as the Roy kids are, you're constantly reminded that they're deeply damaged by their father. Behind the private jets and multi-billion dollar deals are their ongoing failures to make genuine human connections.
But it's ending at the right time; just as the rhythm of the (very funny) profanity-laced insults starts to become familiar, and the recurring brilliant techniques the writers use start to become more visible. One more season would become soapy and over-familiar, whereas one last killer season (which this one is shaping up to be) will guarantee this show's legacy as one of the greatest TV shows of all time.