KINDA LONG, PLS BEAR WITH ME(or not, itâs a free plane of existence) (this post is about like 5 seconds of Succesion btw)
Iâve seen a lot of people talking about the whole âa child weaned on poison and so onâ thing with Succession, and while I agree, this is a valid take, I want to add my two cents specifically in regard to the protest scene in the latest episode.
To first explain my framework for this, I think out of all the Characters on Succession, Roman is the one with the least personality. And I donât mean that as an insult to the character or the writers or Kieran Culkin. I think, ironically this is his biggest and most defining character trait. Roman Roy is a man who seemingly cares about nothing. When a rocket blows up under his oversight, he washes his hands and gets out of the bathroom. And still, from the very first scene, this man is explosive. He doesnât stand up from chairs, he practically throws himself off them. Anytime the room is silent for a second, he bursts out with a sex joke, every second word out of his mouth is âfuckâ. Because thatâs what happens when each of your actions are calculated. Not in a rational way, he doesnât act logically. But to perform the simplest tasks he first needs to convince himself to continue existing. Roman Roy is a wooden boy. There is no person inside him, he is a carefully crafted amalgamation of collected habits, motions, phrases, ideas, quite possibly even political ideologies(I wouldnât be surprised if he believes in nothing he is saying). He is mot the firstborn, not even the secondborn, he has no family of his own and nothing to fight for. Roman Roy is a nothing craving to be SOMETHING.
Thatâs where Logan becomes important, because he, for all his faults, is undeniably SOMETHING. He is a monument, en emperor, Citizen Kane on steroids, the king of the world, but most importantly, he was THERE. Logan Roy was undeniable. When he looked at you, you were marked for life, he walked into a room and everyone went silent. âHe made me breath funny.â
Meanwhile Roman was a child. Iâve seen people analysing the way Roman basically becomes a 5 year old when heâs under pressure, and I think all those interpretations are great, but Iâd like to take it one step further. Roman isnât a hard shell harboring a soft core, he is a child who just learned the f-word and is now shouting it at full volume to impress the adults at the table. Because he thinks thereâs nothing else he can contribute. He himself is nothing.
Logan, for better or worse, was complete. He was a fully grown man with beliefs, ideas, means and a strong right hook. He was a presence in Romans life, as much as Roman bent over backwards to please others or benefit himself, he would always know that thereâs something that never changed. As long as Logan lived, there was SOMETHING in Romans life. That might he the source of Romeâs respect for him in the election episode.
So taking all that into account, I never really saw the protest scene as Rome craving violence. For me, itâs him looking for SOMETHING. This man, this child actually, just lost the only thing in his life that was defining. For years, there was something that made him hold his breath when he saw it. Something that was, in one way or another complete. Logan Roy was a monument, he wasnât a poison that quietly slipped into Romanâs veins, he was the sound of a thousand screeching nails for 30 years or more in his ears. When Logan Roy was in a room with a thousand people, it was his room. When Roman Roy is in a room by himself, that room is empty. Thereâs no one around to hear the tree make sex jokes as it falls. If the two of them were together, at least there was SOMETHING there. So for years, decades SOMETHING was there, and then, out of the blue, it was just gone. What do you think it meant for Roman to be in Loganâs presence? It meant stability. Despite all Roman went through, however he slipped and slivered and bent to be accepted and make his way, his no good, piece of shit father was always there, always the same.
So when he walks out of the funeral and stumbles into the street, he doesnât care about anything. Police? Protesters? Who cares, not this âguyâ. Itâs only when he sees masses of people go by that he âjoinsâ them. Because maybe, just maybe, a thousand angry people stomping all over you, is kinda similar to being in a room with your dad. The people who walk past and over him, just for the moment are SOMETHING, an undeniable presence. Theyâre the placebo to the monument Roman needs to justify his existence.
Roman Roy doesnât like pain. He doesnât like heartbreak. If he could seal himself in Carbonite, he would. Because the relief he feels upon feeling a hand striking his cheek or a boot on his chest isnât derived from the pain it causes. Roman loves them because theyâre definite proof that thereâs something besides him and his charade, that some things are real and true and just like they are, that thereâs forces in the outside world, that thereâs SOMETHING outside of him,
because there is certainly nothing inside