Gary Oldman’s ‘Slow Horses’ Season 3 Is Brilliantly Dysfunctional and Grim: TV Review

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Stephen Rodrick Jobs can suck. (Not this one! Everyone is very nice, and there is free Cherry Coke Zero with movie theater ice on the fifth floor.) If you’re past 25, you’ve probably had one that left you feeling like a three-legged whippet abandoned at the pound.

Maybe everything was grand, and then there was a regime change, and the new boss won’t talk to you. Then you get demoted after getting blamed for something that was really Dilbert No.

8’s fault. Your sense of self-worth nosedives, and you must seek out a therapist who is not in your network. You wander the streets looking up “gaslighting” on your phone and wondering if it is you who sucks.

This is pretty much the setup for Apple TV+’s “Slow Horses” which begins its delightfully grim third season on Wednesday. OK, there’s a lot of intrigue and gunfire, but at its core it is the tale of precariously employed worker drones making their way through a broken workplace led by a flatulent boss with hair that hasn’t been washed since Guy Fawkes Day 2011. “Slow Horses” is a twist on their place of employment, Slough House, a diseased walk-up in London where the discard pile of MI5, England’s spy service, work shit jobs under the watchful red eye of Jackson Lamb, a genius, rapidly calcifying spymaster who doesn’t play well with others, lives on kebabs, whiskey and a weekly brushing of the teeth. (His dream death is a heart attack on steep stairs after some “dodgy vindaloo.”) Lamb’s charges are in Slough House because of addictions, royal fuck-ups and misplayed office politics. (Except for computer genius Christopher Chung’s Roddy Ho, who is there for simply being a computer genius dickhead.) MI5 keeps them around for off-the-books work too unseemly for “The Park,” and.