The White Lotus Is as Good and Twisted as Ever

After two triumphant series, we know what to expect from The White Lotus’s sharp-eyed puppetmaster, Mike White. Another group of rich and obnoxious Americans will arrive by boat at an island resort whose waving staff proffer first garlands, and then the golf buggies in which they’ll be transported to their adult playgrounds (believe me when I tell you that the words en suite hardly touch the sides of the bathrooms here) – cue more trouble in paradise. Somehow, though, this has surprisingly little effect on one’s relish for what lies ahead. As I watched, I caught myself gleefully rubbing my hands together. Part of the show’s intense satisfaction has to do with schadenfreude, and having just shelled out for a new boiler, I can hardly wait for them all to get it.