Nor their friend Kwame, who subsumes his desire for real connection in a parade of Grindr encounters. Nor does it judge her childhood bestie Terry, who ditches a drunk Arabella on an Italian vacation to have a threesome with two men. This is a setup that practically baits the audience to judge Arabella, given the fate that befalls her.
In the course of the first episode, she smokes joints, snorts coke, and does shots, all with a looming 6 AM deadline for a draft of her second book. She’s also unfettered when it comes to partying. Her first work, Chronicles of a Fed-Up Millennial, has enough of a following that giddy fans approach her on the street. We learn quickly that she’s exuberant, charismatic, and something of a celebrity, one of the many young people who’ve ridden a popular Twitter feed to a book deal. We meet Arabella - pink hair, retro-Nineties clothes - on the day of her assault. (To American ears, the staccato pitter-patter of the actors’ English accents may be tough to catch up with at first, too.) But Coel is magnetic, and I May Destroy You doesn’t flinch from asking tough questions about consent, responsibility, and the twisted shape of love. There’s a lot going on here - so much that, in the early installments, the show can be challenging to follow.
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