There’s a certain pleasure in characters like the ones from Succession, or the protagonist of Fleabag, or Envidiosa, or all those shows with characters who are absolute disasters, who only think about themselves, who screw up again and again, who are overgrown children because they’re deeply traumatized, acting like teenagers in their mid-thirties or early forties, who drink themselves sick, who do drugs, who have super dysfunctional relationships with their friends, family, and partners, who have psychotic episodes or hysterical meltdowns or depressive spirals or panic attacks, who are constantly on the edge of their mental stability, and who are utterly despicable but at the same time feel and suffer and have very first-world problems that still genuinely affect them. They have compassion but also no mercy, they inspire pity but also disgust, they drive you up the wall but you want to hug them, you want to punch them and hug them at the same time, and they’re really not good people but not fully bad either, just people trying to get through life, which is already enough. Characters that are uncomfortable as hell but somehow make you feel less alone. And those are the characters I like, because good people?… ugh, how boring, right?
