"I May Destroy You" is the artist ascending to the next level by mixing comedy and pain together in a strange, harrowing, and vitalizing soup. ... Coel's writing and the command of filmic artistry somehow prevails over the what reads as a such corrosive sadness. It's a testament to her skill that "I May Destroy You" manages to be funny and tender in all the right places, fearlessly cuffing viewers to discomfort, be it her character's and her own, in others.
One of the best shows I've seen in a long, long time. It deals with such a sensitive topic in a way that is so illuminating and realistic and it has fully defied all my expectations. The verismilitude in this is off the charts. The characters all feel three dimensional and the plot would constantly subvert my expectations. With the talent of the cast and the general atmosphere of this show it was always gonna score high, but the continued strong writing that never left me quite sure what was about to happen next elevates way beyond its piers. A ready-made classic.
In “I May Destroy You,” [actress and director/writer Michaela Coel] rarely strikes a false note. ... While the series begins and ends strongly, there are times in the middle when it loses some focus. ... At just about every step, it’s touching and quietly hilarious. Coel gets away with things that would be dicey for other writer-directors, and she does it with consistency.
Overall, I May Destroy You is very much a must-watch show you need to keep on your radar. This show is fearless in its attitude towards the modern world in which it exists, with Coel’s creative voice bursting through to make some necessary commentary.
It’s a wild balance to strike, and if the show can’t quite keep all its plates spinning at once, it makes the moments where the show comes together pop with exceptional clarity. At its best, I May Destroy You ruffles your feathers unpleasantly, creating moments that trigger an urge to laugh uncontrollably commingled with a sense of spreading unease.
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Well, but not as expected. The only sentence that can be used to describe this title.
Beautiful story with timely twists and turns, but not so much that it delights the viewer and is worth seeing again.
Take away the hype for representation (of sexual assault & diversity) and you're left with a flimsy story about uninteresting characters having unpleasant experiences. The relatable moments don't make up for the mediocre plot & dialogue. The result is a missed opportunity to tell a compelling story about surviving assault. Michaela Coel's earlier project Chewing Gum was far more engaging.
Tries so hard to be cool, edgy and exotic (opening scene is our protagonist black Brit girl having a crush for an Arab drug dealer in...Ostia) that it feels ****, self-centered and totally vapid and immature. The whodunit (drug induced ****) seems also ludicrously low-stake.
But, of course, this type of show is "à la mode" and will wow and flatter our average lower middle-class white target group, so keen to discuss this British show around the water-cooler.