Breaking My Silence

'The Dropout' reminded me of something.

William H. Macy in The Dropout. Photo: Hulu.

The Dropout, Hulu’s Elizabeth Holmes series, might be the definitive girlboss-scammer narrative. It’s Wolf of Wall Street meets The Devil Wears Prada, Margin Call by way of The Girlfriend Experience. As Holmes, Amanda Seyfriend is absorbing, unnerving. She behaves unnaturally — dropping her voice, snipping off errant bra straps basically mid-meeting — but can easily drop into the cadence of a precocious daughter figure (for an investor who wants to baby her) or a irritated mad genius (for a boyfriend who wants to please her), as she sees fit. As much as the show is about Holmes’ utter delusion, it’s about the people who choose to accept her buy-in, a pitch that even she can’t really explain. Again and again, she mumbles lines about wanting to invent something. The product itself — what it does, how it works, who it will help — is the afterthought.

So anyway, I’m into it: I binged the first three episodes this weekend.

William H. Macy, playin…