Stranded in a shitty motel room with her dad, Callie finally comes out and says what I wish the show itself had made up its mind about two seasons ago: Her mother, Shauna, is a bad person, capable of horrible crimes, including the disappearance of the two researchers and their guide during her time in the wilderness. Her dad, Jeff, would rather unconsciously scratch his skin raw than face facts. But in the meantime, Shauna’s parked outside a stranger’s house with a recently purchased Rambo knife. Callie has the right idea, I suspect.
I wish the show did. I wish Yellowjackets had the kind of faith in itself and its audience displayed by, well, any number of other shows about murderers, which didn’t feel the need to obscure its’ protagonists’ awfulness with zany mix-ups and Scooby Gang shenanigans. If adult Shauna had shown any signs of being a lastingly bad person, instead of an adorable housewife having a fling, back in Season 1, Seasons 2 and 3 would have been a lot more interesting. Instead you get what we’ve got, which is a show in which half of the airtime feels like it’s being spent actively combatting the other half. Even the Yellowjackets know that a house divided against itself cannot stand.
I reviewed this week’s Yellowjackets for Pop Heist.
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