*Warning: Spoilers ahead.*
Is Yellowjackets the best show on television? Is it simply cannily designed prestige-candy for a certain Gen X and geriatric millennial alt girl, the type who still puts on The Breeders while lacing up her Chucks (guilty)?
Either way, I am in deep on this Showtime series about, you know, high school soccer players who survive a plane crash, land deep in the woods in Ontario and devolve into warring cannibals. While I spent much of the middle episodes worrying we were veering in sci-fi Lost territory, with the ghosts and wood spirits and whatnot, after watching Episode 9, I’m convinced that anything supernatural can be explained away as psychological or drug-induced stress—which I honestly find more compelling anyway. (While I still don’t understand why Misty had a binder full of psychedelic mushrooms with her on a soccer trip—unless she foraged and gathered them in the Canadian woods???—I do buy that the ritualistic human “hunt” began as a mob mentality bad trip.)