Everyone who checks into a White Lotus sucks.
Mike White's fancy, fictional resort chain is a magnet for rich people who are, whether they know it or not, insufferable.
That's the point. The genius of The White Lotus, the series, is its brutal social commentary and biting satire.
In season two, we've met two dozen-ish newbies in picturesque Sicily, and with just one episode to go, it is my duty to rank them. Not by likeability, of course, but by... whether they are just bad or in fact, The Absolute Worst.
First, let's get the good/neutral ones out of the way:
- The newly engaged Isabella - congrats queen!
- Rocco - on the bright side, working at the beach club sounds more fun than the front desk? Minus the dead bodies I guess?
- Valentina - let's be honest, she runs the place like a well-oiled machine. Sure, she's uptight, but hopefully an orgasm sees her loosen up before the... bodies become an issue.
- The three Di Grasso women - icons! Artichoke throwing icons!
- Mia - she'll accidentally drug an old man and dish out orgasms with a smile on her face, as long as she gets to sing and play piano! Poster girl for follow your dreams!
- Giuseppe - he's an a***hole, but he's also not important enough to rank.
- Dominic's wife - that's Oscar winner Laura Dern ripping Dom a new one on the phone! 10/10 perfect yelling.
Ok, now for the main event:
Portia.
Portia is annoying, and she has terrible style, but those aren't sins.
Ultimately, she's just another mid-20s woman who has absolutely no idea what she's doing or what she wants to do, and is in the midst of a quarter-life crisis about it all.
Been there, done that.
I can't hold it against her.
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