It’s no coincidence that I May Destroy You, I Hate Suzie and Adult Material have arrived at a time when, behind the scenes, women have been able to take the creative reins as writers, producers and directors.
For decades, women in drama have been treated largely as ornamental decoration during sex scenes, pliant receptors of frenzied man-humping.
Nonetheless, as a portrait of life in which women juggle financial concerns, children, dreary domestic demands and feckless or controlling men, Adult Material is deftly done.
As such, Adult Material feels like the final part in a revelatory triumvirate of stories that started with Michaela Coel’s I May Destroy You and continued with Lucy Prebble’s I Hate Suzie, each of them examining sex and power in bold and unexpected ways.