Euphoria season 3 review – Generation-defining show paints a clear-eyed, unflattering portrait of modern America
Get the latest entertainment news, reviews and star-studded interviews with our Independent Culture email Get the latest entertainment news with our free Culture newsletter Get the latest entertainment news with our free Culture newsletter “It’s cowboys and Indians, civilised man against the savage,” snarls a gun-toting kingpin in the third and final series of HBO Max’s Euphoria. As the strains of the score begin to twang – like the music of Ennio Morricone shimmering over America’s southwest – it becomes clear that Sam Levinson’s groundbreaking show, back after a four-year hiatus, is now a western. The western is, after all, the most American of all genres, and Euphoria, set in a tortured frontier, amid the gold rush of the attention economy, is a clear-eyed, unflattering portrait of modern America: the good, the bad, and the ugly. A lot has happened since high school. Rue (Zendaya) has become a drug mule, doing deadly runs across the Mexican border, until a new but equally lethal opportunity presents itself. Nate (Jacob Elordi) and Cassie (Sydney Sweeney) are engaged, …





