Yellowjackets it is. Thanks for the recap, Showtime.

It's all fun and games until someone goes stabbity stabbity.

The opening credits? Not a favorite.

At last! Chekhov's nightlock!

Let's get in our nightgowns and have a bacchanal. Good idea, Coach?

I love that he's most frustrated by the fact that book club was all a lie. THERE'S NO BOOK CLUB, SHAUNA? HOLY SHIRTBALLS.

It's all fun and games til misty goes phantom thread on your ass.

Hold me captive and tell me all your secrets, Misty.

Courir de mardi gras, ladies?

WHO'S GONNA GET FUCKED UP? All y'all! Shroom Soup ala Misty.

There is no way anyone knows the lyrics to Kiss From a Rose ; never mind a group of someones. Unpossible.

This is now basically turning into The Secret History: Plane Crash Edition.

Then again, they didn't eat Bunny.

So. That was sex, eh? Oh, Yellowjackets. What even is this story?

Losers club nature retreat.

Like, is there magic in these woods or is this all just space madness. I do not appreciate this.

Nice NXIVM callback there Yellowjackets.

Ricci wins the rematch too.

Misty's dream job is clean-up crew.

Kind of want a series where Misty travels america's backroads, fixing shit for people in over their heads.

But she does it in the creepiest way, which makes it all the more delightful.

Give Misty a hand, she sure is somethin'

Did not predict that needle drop!

But fuck if I didn't predict this one.

So, again, is there supernatural shit here? Is everyone just full of trauma? BOTH?

I have never trusted, and will never trust, a man named Randy. By name alone you know he must have had questionable upbringing.

Just BLOWING the music budget here.