This tableau is a line in Amy Winehouse’s “ You Know I’m No Good,” and I predict that it’s going to end almost as badly for Dortia as it did for Amy and Blake. Dory’s in the bath, Portia’s on the seat. The level of comfort, postcoitally, is high. We open with Dory and Portia in the bathroom. It’s fun enough while it’s going, but it feels light. And we’re introduced to the Lyte offices/laboratory/Wing-style co-working space, but we don’t know exactly what the scientists and influencers are going to come up with together. We meet a new gang of millennial and Gen Z caricatures, but we don’t know yet quite what role they’ll play in the episodes to come. Portia and Drew end their … whatever, but neither realize it’s because they’re now in a throuple with their cult leader. This episode is all about the shape of things to come - more about setting the stage for what happens next than anything particularly meaty or juicy.
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with a TikTok house.
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