Unless you’ve been living your life off social media the past few weeks then there’s no way you missed people literally losing their minds over HBO’s Big Little Lies. And what’s not to love? Murder, decadence, and Alexander Skarsgård in all his DILF glory? Honestly, I’ve wasted hours of my life watched shows for less.
In case you’re a home-schooled jungle freak who doesn’t know what I’m talking about then let me break it down for you: this is a show about 5 rich friends who get away with murder until A decides to seek reveng—wait, fuck, that’s Pretty Little Liars. My B guys. Sorry, Big Little Lies is actually v different plot-wise, like out of this world different, huuugely different. Instead of five little liars this show focuses on the real housewives of Monterey, CA, who have way too much time and money on their hands. When they’re not busy starting cat fights over who gets to be the head betch in charge of car pool then they’re casually committing and covering murders. Hmm maybe I have heard this plot line before…
The final episode aired on Sunday and it will give you emotional whiplash. But you can stop trying to make season two happen because in an interview with Vulture executive producer and director of Big Little Lies, Jean-Marc Vallée, said: “No, no, this is the perfect ending. There is no way; there’s no reason to make a season 2. That was meant to be a one-time deal, and it’s finishing in a way where it’s for the audience to imagine what can happen.” So it’s a no from him.
And this is why we can’t have nice things. Tbh I think the real reason for there not being a second season has less to do with “the perfect ending” and more to do with Reese Witherspoon having better things to do with her life than be a slave to HBO viewers. Like winning murder trials based off the basic rules of hair care, or really anything else.
Sorry, betches. If you want to get inside the mind of a murderous housewife then you’ll just have to start talking to your mother again. Sighs.
