![]() ![]() Having won his permanent place with a “why Pierpont should hire me” speech that emphasized the personal nature of client relations (“this is still a belly-to-belly business”), Robert gets embroiled sexually with an older client who shares his class background but turns out to be a serial abuser of her power. The young recruits make moves this season that land them in gray areas both emotionally and ethically. It could also royally screw over other Pierpont clients, but what matters most to Harper is “printing biz” (slang for making the sale). Covid.” Their relationship is a charming but thorny courtship, as she tries to tempt him into investing in some kind of ultra-complex healthcare scheme ( yadda yadda yadda) that could make him oodles of money. Now most of her energy goes into bagging a new client-Jesse Bloom ( Jay Duplass), an American hedge fund manager notorious as a pandemic profiteer disdainfully dubbed “Mr. Gone is the sweet smile that punctuated season one’s skullduggery. “You are invisible,” Eric warns her, which is a problem for a job which often involves getting in clients’ faces.Īfter a long period of isolation, though, Harper seems skittish and pensive. It opens in post-Covid London, with Harper getting summoned back to the office after working at home for a year. (The pulsating electronic theme song reminds me of the Skins opening every time). The first season of Industry was a pure rush: an unholy mix of Euphoria and Succession, with a touch of Skins thrown in the mix. Marisa Abela as Yasmin in “Industry.” By Simon Ridgway/HBO. Not that anything is long-lasting or stable in this rapid-turnover world. They’ve been hired on a trial basis and know that only half of them will survive an imminent cull (RIF, short for Reduction In Force) and secure permanent jobs. Lots of people (and critics) I know took a pass on the first first season of Industry, which revolves around a group of college graduates working at Pierpont & Company, a fictional London investment bank. This trading floor is a killing field of emotional and erotic carnage as much as it’s a place where fortunes are made and lost in a millisecond. The young brokers and analysts spit industry jargon at approximately a million words per minute: a mind-bending barrage of futures and shorts and positioning that’s pure yadda yadda yadda to me, as abstract and alien as the subatomic realm of quarks and neutrinos. I mean literally that it’s incomprehensible. Who knew it was possible to take so much pleasure in watching people banter and brawl and have panic attacks over stuff that means absolutely nothing to you?īy that, I don’t mean that the financial world-so stylishly and sexily dramatized in HBO’s Industry, launching into season two August 1-is something I don’t care about. ![]()
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