After ended, many folks were left on yearn: where would we turn now for poisonous personal drama between rich weirdos? Whatever would we do without our loathsome yet somehow lovable quiet-luxury screw-ups swaddled in both cashmere turtlenecks and seething self-righteousness? Well, consider the problem solved. Want a workplace drama with enough high-intensity stock trades to leave your nails bitten to the quick? “Industry.” Want an extremely horny soap with juicy love triangles and eye-popping sex scenes? “Industry.
” Want a heart-tugging paean to the perils of overly intense post-uni friendships in the big city? “Industry.” Want a dramedy that is actually funny? “Industry.” Want the best bloody show on TV right now? Baby, “Industry” is it.
“Industry” is smart. It is sexy, soulful. “Industry” will make you scream out loud at the TV.
Gasp. And maybe even tear up once or twice. “Industry” has never burst into the zeitgeist, despite the sharp writing, brilliant cast, thrilling plot lines and transcendent synth score — from Toronto artist — but HBO is now all in, pushing this gem into the prime spot once owned by “Succession”: 9 p.
m. on Sundays. Season 3 starts this Sunday on Crave, so best get up to speed before then, yeah? “Industry” is about a crew of baby finance pros who take on a yearlong postgrad internship at Pierpoint, a prestigious trading bank.
They all come from different backgrounds and have very different vibes. There’s Ha.