The Resort


Exploring love and the weird things people do in the name of it, encased in an elaborate true-crime conspiracy.
⭐⭐½ – The Resort – Paradise with a Cracked Smile
The Resort begins like a sun-drenched mystery — turquoise seas, white sand, and a honeymoon that takes a strange turn when an old phone is found buried in the jungle. What should be a perfect getaway quickly twists into something far more tangled, blending dark humour, regret, and a touch of existential dread beneath its glossy exterior.
The series tries to balance two worlds: the breezy absurdity of a tropical adventure and the aching weight of people lost in their own what-ifs. Cristin Milioti and William Jackson Harper do the heavy lifting, their performances layered with longing and disillusionment as they chase a mystery that feels as much about themselves as it is about the missing people.
There’s real promise in the setup — White Lotus meets Lost by way of a fever dream — but the tone drifts. Sometimes it’s a satire, sometimes it’s a love story, sometimes it wants to be a cosmic puzzle about time and memory. In trying to be all of them, it loses the precision that could have made it great. The humour lands often enough to keep you watching, but by the finale, you’re not sure whether you’ve solved a mystery or just circled around one.
It’s worth a single watch, if only for the oddity of it all — a show that dares to be different but can’t quite decide what it wants to be. Like the resort itself, the setting is beautiful, but the cracks in the walls are hard to ignore.
🍹 Pairing: A half-melted piña colada — sweet, confusing, and just strong enough to make you forget, for a moment, that something feels off beneath the surface.