I have absolutely no idea who is in the coffin on HBO's wonderful, anxiety-provoking
The White Lotus. And as much as I can't wait to find out while in Sunday's finale, piece of me is bummed it's the last time I'll able to groove the hell out to
Cristobal Tapia De Veer's masterful, blood pressure-raising score — maybe ever, even if a second season is currently
a sure thing. "Aloha!," The series theme, is impossible to ignore: a mysterious, tribalistic bouillon of sexual intrigue and impending doom that somehow also sounds like a day at the zoo. You can call it a
cosmic gumbo. I call it the terrifyingly addictive TV slapper of the summer. —
Patrick Hosken