Merritt Wever and Domhnall Gleeson share a volcanic chemistry in HBO’s fun, murky Run


There’s no shortage of chemistry between the two leads of HBO’s Run, a romantic comedy-thriller created by Vicky Jones and executive produced by Phoebe Waller-Bridge. As a reunited couple who get more excitement than they bargained for, Merritt Wever and Domhnall Gleeson bring a powerfully flirtatious verve to every sidelong glance, imbuing each raise of an eyebrow with unspoken promise. Watching Ruby (Wever) and Billy (Gleeson) fumble their way back into each other’s lives after nearly two decades apart is both a scintillating and infuriating experience because, like the protagonists of Fleabag and Killing Eve, they are sexy and maddening people. But as it races toward its conclusion, Run needlessly complicates what is often a refreshing and affecting story of falling in love with illusions of other people—and ourselves.
The latest collaboration for Jones and Waller-Bridge has the aching melancholy of Fleabag, along with Killing Eve’s commingling of danger and desire. But though Waller-Bridge pops up in a cameo late in the season, Jones has the run of the show; she’s created a singular pairing and discrete set of flaws and backstories. There are considerable obstacles facing former college sweethearts Ruby and Billy—namely, the events of the last 17 years of their lives—but they still fulfill a pledge they made to each other at 19 to drop everything and trek across the country by train (and plane and eventually, pickup) if they text “Run” to each other within a very narrow timeframe. That’s exactly what happens in the opening moments of the premiere, a taut and giddy episode that offers viewers the same tantalizing vision of the future that Ruby and Billy see—one in which they try to make sense of their feelings and the consequences sparked by their reawakening.
The dynamic between the former lovers, at once electric and lived-in, is established with little dialogue; Wever and Gleeson are such acutely expressive performers that they communicate decades worth of history with a resigned slump of the shoulder or bite of the lip. When Ruby and Billy do speak, it’s to needle or tempt one another; only rarely do they reveal what they’ve been up to for the last two decades. Neither wants to disrupt the image the other has of them, but as with any relationship, new or revived, their perceptions are gradually revised (or rather, fleshed out) by the truth. At one point, Ruby admits that she’s avoided searching for Billy, who became a New Age-y motivational speaker, online in the intervening years: “I didn’t want your new career as a prick to make me hate you.” As he agonizes over the glimpse he inadvertently gets into Ruby’s current life, Billy wonders just how much he wants to know about the one that got away.