Don’t hang me but I’m glad we’re nearing the end of Succession. I started this season as rabid with excitement as the next person but within 20 minutes of the opening credits had found my interest waning. Quelle horreur — what if I was entering my post-Succession era? The problem, I realised, is that the action amounts to little more than the same odious people moving between indistinguishable, blank spaces and arguing over the finer details of legal contracts.
Thank God, then, for Siobhan Roy. Shiv. The most horrid, most human of the warring Roy siblings — the only daughter of Logan and the character who, as far as I’m concerned, has become the show’s saviour. Shiv is the only one for whom there seems to be either jeopardy or consequence. She strives and fails, and continues to strive — and continues to fail (and to fall — that fall! Is there anything more humiliating than hitting the deck in an Armani suit?)
