The script is so blunderingly crude, so sluggish in its attempts at emotional depth, and so mean-spirited in its approach that it leaves viewers feeling deflated.
Santos and Mel's duet of Alanis Morissette's 'You Oughta Know' strikes the right chord, imploring they let their hair down and vent their ineffable frustrations into the mics.
"I think we're in a place where we're trying to make marriage seem more like a positive choice, rather than an obvious obligation. It's a fascinating fiction that those who get married subscribe to, hoping that the fiction becomes true."
In the fourth season of Industry, everyone has a story to sell: a neutered fund or loveless marriage, shamed husbands, a life aimless after retirement, a payment-processing firm hampered by its ties to porn and sex work. These labels seem to indicate mistaken priorities or misplaced trust. But they are just narratives to be refined or redefined. Everything is up for grabs if you tell the right story.
The television show I'm most enjoying right now: There is a Hollywood story in David Niven's autobiography Bring on the Empty Horses, in which the screenwriter Charles MacArthur asks Charlie Chaplin how to make the comic pratfall scene of a person slipping on a banana peel new again. Chaplin suggests that MacArthur start with a lady walking down the street and cut to a shot of the banana peel on the sidewalk, which the lady steps over-right before she falls down a manhole.