The billionaires are back for a final season of ‘Succession’ with battle lines drawn
Everyone is expendable. Even top dogs, who have the benefit of consoling themselves with massive exit packages. Some CEOs hang on longer than most, but not forever — retirement or death comes for us all — which is why, when money and power and legacies are in play, you need a plan of succession. The rich comedic conceit of “Succession” has always been rooted in one irascible billionaire’s inability to do this simple task: Name your replacement.
The fourth and final season of the HBO series opens by tacitly asking if any of that matters, now that patriarch Logan Roy is selling off his media empire. It seems like a done deal, but you never know with this crowd. Either way, when Logan broke the news of his intentions last season, it shattered the hopes and sweaty, incompetent dreams of his three youngest children, and the show picks back up in the aftermath, with battle lines drawn.
On one side you have Logan (Brian Cox), his afterthought of a son Connor (Alan Ruck), opportunistic son-in-law Tom (Matthew Macfadyen) and gangly hanger-on Cousin Greg (Nicholas Braun). On the other, it’s the blustering, floundering, justifiably paranoid energy of siblings Kendall ( Jeremy Strong), Shiv (Sarah Snook) and Roman (Kieran Culkin), who are plotting a rival media startup.
Finally, a venture of their own, sans Daddy! But it’s a project that sounds destined to burn through money and fail spectacularly. Kendall calls their idea “Substack meets MasterClass meets The Economist meets The New Yorker.” Their pitch to investors touts it as an “indispensable bespoke information hub.” Hahaha, good luck!
But before they can launch, they learn an established newspaper company might be on the market — and the prospect of acquiring a turnkey operation (using the billions they’ll reap when Papa sells the family business) is too delectable to dismiss out of hand.
It’s a storyline that caught my attention not for what’s said, but for what isn’t. An ensuing bidding war is guaranteed and it will mean someone is overpaying. And when that happens, the new owners will slash budgets and jobs. I’ve seen it happen. That’s the important and looming subtext — everyday workers will ultimately pay the price. We are mere playthings in their reindeer games.
And yet you want the kids to have a win this time, if only because Logan has consistently bested them throughout the show’s run. Changing that dynamic would give “Succession” something new to play out. Instead, showrunner Jesse Armstrong introduces a seismic plot twist that returns the show to the preoccupations of its earlier seasons. Are there really no new ideas? Well, perhaps that’s the point: We never escape our demons. We’re all stuck in a cycle of our own making. And this is what it looks like when insecurity clouds your judgment and double agents exist within your own family.
You can only be repetitive for so long before you run out of reasons to stick around, which is why it feels right that the show is drawing to a close.
So let us take this opportunity to savor Brian Cox’s final lap as Logan Roy, he of the towering rage, manipulative tendencies and sulky disappointment in his progeny. It’s a delicious role that came to Cox late in life but has been such a thrilling match for his talents.
Ruck is also especially good this season. As the eldest son by a different mother, he has always felt like an outsider. “The good thing about having a family that doesn’t love you is that you learn to live without it.”
He’s also just a wonderfully absurd creature, persuading his siblings to go for drinks not at some fancy watering hole but at a “real” bar — the kind with “chicks and guys who work with their hands and grease, and sweat from their hands and have blood in their hair.”
Roman: “Sounds like a medical experiment gone wrong.”
In some ways, “Succession” resembles a medical experiment all its own, with the singular purpose of humanizing the very rich to the exclusion of anything else. On those narrow terms, it has gotten a lot right.