![]() She mutters a mantra to herself that people are starving, that there’s a war in Syria, so she can see what she thinks is a bigger, more important picture, than herself. She darts at “what’s your background?” racial clumsiness, Oxbridge snobbery, online-versus-print pecking order, and the in-your-face sexism faced by a smart, beautiful black woman who wants to be – should be - in control even though the world may be colluding against her.īella can’t sleep with flashbacks and anxiety. Smartly, swifly, and without lingering rancour, Coel picks apart the media industry, with its clueless, well-intentioned closed-ranks of posh white privilege. A drug-fuelled trip to Italy demonstrates that Bella may have a problem, and that her reluctant drug-dealer boyfriend Biagio (Marouane Zotti) is not the bad guy he originally appears to be. Issues of consent swirl around all their behaviours, separately and together. Kwame (Paapa Essiedu) is a proud, out brother, but he’s taking a lot of risk in his sex life. What is her City mate Simon (Aml Ameen) up to, with his coke and girlfriend/mistress and “visiting cousin” from America? T, or Terri (Weruche Obia) is Bella’s best friend and confidante, but she’s struggling too. Perhaps she’s having too much fun, but where’s the harm in that?ĭark forces are at play, however, in Arabella’s life. Someone describes her as “a bit lost”, but she doesn’t come across that way, at least initially. Arabella is finding her way into her second novel, is a bit on-the-fly, but she’s very cool, with her extraordinary, expressive face, ever-changing hair colour, and slightly ramshackle life. People, mostly black women, stop her in the street, quoting lines back at her, and she’s always happy to oblige with a selfie. ![]() Like Coel, Arabella works in media and became an overnight sensation for her first artistic effort - a book (compiled via Twitter status updates) called ‘Chronicles Of A Fed-Up Milennial’. (She’s not particularly good at resisting temptation.) I May Destroy You needed a physical intimacy co-ordinator, and, one only hopes, an emotional support system for Coel, who bares her very soul here. This is innately terrifying material, but it’s also funny and human and, unlike Arabella at times, wise. ![]() Watching it reveal itself to her screen alter-ego Arabella is something entirely different, though. Coel spoke about her experience at an Edinburgh TV lecture two years ago. Like Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Coel has written, executive produced, co-directs and stars as the lead in all 12 episodes which will not be available in box set as the mystery unfolds (not all have been made available for review). (One taboo she breaks, involving sex and a Tampax, has been a long time coming.) Coel picks up her own pieces onscreen as she did in real life, stitching the night together and firing off a few jokes, sardonic one-liners, and direct hits on racial and sexual politics and the publishing industry as she tries to dodge the obstacles in her path and inside her own head. She dances around it, ducks back in time – an entire episode takes place in Italy – and on to her friends, one of whom, Kwame, is graphically raped by his Grindr date while another, T, shocks herself with a threesome. To clarify: Coel doesn’t show the rape – she’s looking for more than one simple brutal shock. It’s connected to Chewing Gum because Episode 1 is a mirror of what happened to Coel during the making of that show, when she pulled an overnighter in the office on a script and left alone to go out for a drink with a friend. ![]() Her lauded TV series Chewing Gum, which ran for two seasons between 20, also mixed up the personal and the professional and there are some similar themes at play in I May Destroy You. I May Destroy You is bound tightly to both Coel’s violent experience and her own professional life, but widens further to embrace a generation of urban sophisticates who are experimenting with boundaries and pushing their limits - hard. I May Destroy You needed a physical intimacy co-ordinator, and, one only hopes, an emotional support system for Coel, who bares her very soul here. Coel is, quite simply, a formidable talent, in front of and behind the camera. A drama/comedy which springs from Coel’s own traumatic rape, this has the sense of an explosive, boundary-shifting, era-defining Sex In The City, Girls or Fleabag (it is also part-backed by HBO) but with its almost all-black cast and deft command of huge tonal switches, it’s something entirely new and bracing as well. Viewers of Britain’s staidly conventional BBC1 channel have certainly never seen anything like this before, not even in the 10.45pm slot. For the characters, for the audience, and for writer/co-director and star Michaela Coel as she spins the skeins of her deeply personal 12x30-minute hybrid series. There’s a lot to figure out in I May Destroy You.
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