There’s a lot to love about I Hate Suzie, which could have so easily been leaning into a scolding lecture about privacy and sexual autonomy and the right to suck whoever you suck and take pictures. of this sucking and not to have these photos stolen. the Pirates. But what the show does is so much better: It messes up Suzie, to whom calamity sticks like a perfume. She makes bad decisions at the wrong time and complains about herself and doesn’t think twice. She wears a thin plating of glory until she doesn’t, and then you see what’s underneath is utterly culpable and sordid and broken.
And there is a lot of pedigree to back it all up. The show is co-created by Lucy Prebble – who wrote Secret Diary of a Call Girl, and most recently on Succession – and the cast, including Daniel Ings of The Crown and Dexter Fletcher, are terrific. Then there’s Piper, the co-creator, playing her socks off: there’s this big camera effect that they keep deploying where the lens is right in Piper’s face as the chaos unfolds. around it, and you see it all – shock, guilt, shame, stress – play on it in real time.
Still, the results are a bit mixed. Episode two features a sci-fi convention sequence that relies way too much on making the viewer cringe, but then follows them up with one of the three-person scenes in a hotel room the most precise never engaged. movie. There’s a lot to really love, here, and then something happens – a song and dance number, a CGI section involving a coral reef made of cocks, Yet Another TV Cold Open Set In A Therapist’s Office – that pushes you away. Are you going to love it? I do not know. Here’s one way to find out: How do you feel about diarrhea?