YOU

His new clique of “aristo-brats” is so toxic, it's hard to care when anyone gets knocked off. Wisely, Netflix is breaking the season into halves, with a midpoint reveal setting up a cool new cat-and-mouse game. Still, I can’t say I’m counting the days until the March 9 return. [13 - 26 Feb 2023, p.6]

You succeeds in giving the audience the shocks and gore that we’ve come to crave, while Badgley is as compellingly sardonic as ever as the sullen leader of this ensemble cast. ... But that’s not enough when so many of the characters feel like ciphers floating around a hilariously unrealistic depiction of London.

It has another go at reinvention by turning itself into a Cluedo-esque Agatha Christie whodunnit, although it is arch enough to feature a discussion about whether or not the whodunnit is the lowest form of literature. It is fun, although it suffers a little under the weight of comparison. ... When it works, it works because Badgley is charismatic and the show is brash enough to drop a decent number of plot twists into every episode.

The way that Joe can turn a corner in east London and suddenly be in Piccadilly will give geographical pedants conniptions. But barbed wit means You gets away with such implausibilities and the odd tasteless flourish. ... I don’t usually agree with the notion of “guilty pleasures” but if they do exist, this ludicrously enjoyable romp is certainly one.