What defines a great TV show? Acting, writing, cinematography — everybody knows you’re supposed to say those things, and each is undoubtedly important. But, on a practical level, what truly matters to the average viewer?
I propose a simple metric: How long does it take you to watch a new episode once it shows up on your DVR or favored streaming platform? If you let episodes of a show accumulate to the point where you actively feel guilty for not keeping up — even though the show is brilliantly acted, impeccably written, and exquisitely filmed — it does not satisfy this specific metric for greatness. It is “great” TV, but it might not necessarily be great viewing.
For me, the current champ at swiftly clearing out my “To Watch” queue is Billions. It’s not even close, really. I consume this show each week with the eagerness of Dollar Bill scooping up shady insider information. (That’s a Billions reference. Referencing pop culture while talking about Billions is a very Billions thing to do.)
It’s true that the writing on Billions occasionally seems a little obvious, the acting a tad bombastic, and the visual aesthetic somewhat overly slick. But no other cable drama currently on TV is as adept at delivering red-meat conflict in a way that’s both playful and ruthless, with scores of quotable lines and a multitude of colorful, love-to-hate-’em anti-heroes. Even a character that might be an afterthought on most shows (like the kindly old father of the protagonist) carries himself on Billions like Tony Montana with a death squad outside of his door. This soapy, go-for-broke audacity of Billions is what hooked me in and continue to keep me addicted.
Let me make another very Billions-style comparison: If most cable dramas aspire to be Kid A, Billions wants to be the first Van Halen record. Billions knows how to have fun with its depraved, cartoon-y universe of scheming hedge-fund managers and corrupt federal attorneys; it also knows how to dial it back just enough to feel like an authentic parallel to these depraved, cartoon-y times in America. Hyperbolic reality calls for hyperbolic fiction.
The third season of Billions, which debuts Sunday on Showtime — please stop reading if you don’t want minor spoilers — finds the show at a fascinating, possibly treacherous crossroads. Many things are the same: Bobby Axelrod (Damian Lewis) remains an improbably magnetic and likable villain in spite of being a smug Wall Street a-hole; Chuck Rhoades (Paul Giamatti) is still a largely unlikeable and trollish hero in spite of his essentially principled stand against smug Wall Street a-holes; and Wags (David Costabile) has maintained his excellent mustache. There are also pop-culture references galore — in the season premiere, there are nods to Wall Street, Top Gun, and a small army of old-school wrestlers.
(Whether the pop-culture references work for you depends on your belief that 1) dude stuff is awesome, if you watch Billions superficially; 2) this show is commenting on how dudes communicate via dude-friendly signifiers, if you watch Billions with an eye for subtext.)
The risk of season three — at least based on the first five episodes, which I binged on in about two days — is that it takes the focus off the to-the-death battle between Axe and Chuck. If you’ll recall, season two ended with Axe being carted off to jail after being bested by Chuck, who in the process merely had to engineer a massive fraud that turned his own father and best friend against him, while blowing tens of millions of dollars of his own money. (Our own Brian Grubb called it “the darkest episode of Tom & Jerry ever.”)