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Succession is a Foodie’s Nightmare

1st May 2023

The Spectator.

What does the man who has everything really want for dinner? A humble hamburger — at least, that’s what Succession seems to be telling us.

In the season four opener, Murdoch-esque media mogul Logan Roy slips away from his lavishly catered birthday party and decamps to a low-key diner, where he mulls the meaning of life in the company of monosyllabic bodyguard Colin. “What are people?” asks the tycoon, before concluding, depressingly, “Economic units.” This existential crisis with a side of fries is (spoiler alert) Logan’s on-screen Last Supper, and it reveals more about him and his ilk than a disdain for canapés.

Food is everywhere in Succession — yet rarely is anybody enjoying it much. From patricidal mozzarella salads to excruciating Thanksgiving suppers where the priority is roasting people, not turkeys, the dinner table is a battleground.

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