THE WHITE LOTUS is a conundrum for me. I want to love it like everyone else seems to be feeling. I want to revel in the lush location and be mesmerized by this wellness resort’s slow and steady pace in Thailand. I want to identify with one of the vast cast members while truly understanding all their troubles and angst. This is when we cue the inspirational, New Age music to soaring heights. Ugh… I just can’t do it.Â
Honestly, I don’t care enough about any of the characters. Yes, I feel sorry for some of them, but sheesh…grow up, grow a pair, come clean, stop whining, doing drugs, fantasizing about a blender, or opening the latches on venomous cages. The slow burn the writers induce upon their audience is too slow, repetitive, and hiding behind glass doors continually closing. Even the dreams went nowhere. I get it…foreshadowing of possible things to come. I will set my alarm for when we get to the final episode. I can catch up.Â
Fans of THE WHITE LOTUS can disagree with me. I can take it. This season so far is not my cup of tea. I miss the craziness of seasons one and two, which made me fall in love with this series. Why would anyone in their right mind want to throw away good money to stay at THE WHITE LOTUS? I think the monkeys are the most interesting. I would swear they are up to something.Â
THE WHITE LOTUS is streaming on MAX.Â