‘Succession’ review: Season 3 has no time for the human fallout for non-billionaires, but the show never did

I admire HBO’s “Succession” enormously, let’s get that out of the way. It’s exceedingly well-made, visually specific and brilliantly cast with an incredible musical score. And if you are powerless to resist the vicarious thrill of being inside these exclusive spaces that the show occupies — the private planes and penthouse apartments and luxury suites — well, there’s nothing wrong with that. My issue with “Succession” (and I have a few) is that it has noticeably little to offer beyond these aesthetic qualities. It is a gorgeously made box with nothing inside.

Shouldn’t we want more from this portrait of a modern day robber baron grasping at the dying light of his reign as his blundering offspring clamber for position and a pat on the head? “Succession” isn’t glamorizing the brutal elitists of the world — there’s no mistaking showrunner Jesse Armstrong’s jabs; these are deeply unhappy people! — and of course