Yellowjackets continues to stretch itself thin in season 3
The third season of Yellowjackets is a bit like getting lured back to the high school reunion that was delightfully fun the first time but eventually becomes an exercise in diminishing returns. Maybe itâs part of our soft human inability to let go of the past, especially coming-of-age drama that seems increasingly romantic and valid as we continue hurtling toward old age and (hopefully) painless deaths. Maybe itâs the misplaced optimism that middle-aged reunions will evoke some kind of sobering epiphany about lost youth or, god forbid, a painful opportunity for personal growth or redemption. Or maybe we just go for the free food and cheap wine while hubris rears its ugly head.
Either way, these are not unique themes to Yellowjackets. We are not here for drawn-out hand-wringing and easy fillers. Some of us are here to watch our childhood It Girls behave badly, but all of us are here for the teen cannibal drama.
Yellowjackets has a juicy premise: a plane crash in the Canadian wilderness forces a teen girl softball team to get weird (and a little cannibal-y) to survive, while in the present, the handful of adult survivors are forced back together after years without contact. T …