Tunnel introduces Dory to the influencers that will be the foundation of her flock. Dory doesn’t like the idea of her experience being reduced to the neurochemicals it produced. Benny Balthazar (Aparna Nancherla) gives Dory a tour of the science side of her science-meets-spirituality enterprise, and she’s not impressed. It’s all pastels and vibes and a climate-controlled cabinet of all the most dangerous chemicals and organic compounds known to man. It looks like a very expensive spa or one of those weird concierge medical services that advertise on YouTube. We must shout out the production team for making the perfect Instagrammable space for Lyte. I could see him majorly sabotaging Dory’s Great Work just because he doesn’t feel included enough. Already there is slight tension because Elliott isn’t part of the group’s sexual intrigue at the moment. Speaking of song lyrics, Portia chugs a glass of Dory’s bathwater, which is one step farther than Gwen Stefani in “ Bathwater.” I’ve been listening to that song all week, and if I were half as woo-woo as enlightened Dory, I’d claim I manifested this scene.Īfter breaking up because they’re both “seeing someone,” Drew and Portia accompany Dory to the new offices of Lyte. 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.