She may not have foreseen a global pandemic or international protests tied to police brutality, but Michaela Coel's new HBO series I May Destroy You has a feeling of bracing, uncomfortable immediacy.
Coel's second series as creator-star is marked by its filter-free treatment of sexuality, mockery of social media performativity and cross-section examination of a generation trying to find a voice.
It's angry and confused in intentional ways, messy and erratically focused in logical ways and a guaranteed conversation-starter certain to generate equal measures of devotion and abrupt dismissal.
Over the 12 half-hour episodes, there were many times I wasn't enjoying the show and several points at which I lost track of narrative threads.