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The White Lotus Knows What You’re Here For
Season three finds Mike White’s series in full franchise mode, most defined by what came before.
Hot stone massages, private yoga, every possible amenity, and also rude, self-absorbed, and entitled rich people in every lounge chair, chasing status and self-improvement, conscious of every flaw but their own. Each woman is a plausible, instantly legible mix of insecurities and desires, and the season is especially adept at presenting the unstable orbit of a three-body problem friendship, its members perpetually realigning into new duos to comment on the third. It’s fun when The White Lotus reconsiders itself in structural ways, but at other points there’s something anxious about how the series wants to wrestle with its previous obsessions, or continue to ignore its repeated blindspots, like pressing on a bruise to make sure it’s still there.
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