Sam Levinson Needs An Intervention

Drop the glitter, and back away from the camera!!!

Stop trying to make fetch Season 3 of Euphoria happen! If you haven’t already heard, Season 3 of Euphoria has been delayed—again. As my grandmother would say, “Baby god is tryna tell you something!” (she wouldn’t really say that, it’s a line from The Color Purple, but wouldn’t it be fun if she did?!)

Among the many, MANY reports that the season was scrapped—which, makes sense that it would be—a new report suggests that the season is merely delayed to allow the stellar cast, who have all pretty much blown up, to continue their contractual obligations on other projects, and come back later. But WHY would they do that?

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Zendaya is a fashion goddess starring in multiple high profile films from fantastic directors. Jacob Elordi is getting taller every day and also is starring in—some films (although I have to be honest, I did really enjoy his portrayal of Elvis) Alexa Demie… uh, and Sydney Sweeney has a bob! Not a good one, but she has it!

So I’m sorry, but the idea that they would move ahead so much in their careers to come back and shoot a TV show about teenagers in high school who live fast, die young, bad girls do it well just doesn’t sit right with me—or them apparently. How many times can a show be delayed before we all collectively roll our eyes and move on?

The beauty of Euphoria (can we even call it that?) lies in its shock value, its unpredictability, and its unflinching look at the darker side of teenage life while simultaneously having literally no plot. The whole getting Rue hooked on drugs again, and the suitcase lady with the boring voice kidnapping her??? Girl what!! At this point it’s giving monotonous.

Every show has its peak. That high point where everything comes together in a perfect storm of writing, acting, and direction, but the gag is—for Euphoria, that peak is that all it ever was was beautiful gowns. Zendaya got her Emmys, which we love, but trying to top that or even match it in Season 3 risks turning the show into a parody of itself even worse than what he did with The Idol.

There’s a reason most great things come in small doses: too much of a good thing can quickly become overwhelming. Euphoria Season 1 was wild, fresh, and new. Season 2 was fine, but if history has taught us anything, it's that stretching out a story beyond its natural lifespan can lead to viewer fatigue and a decline in quality, and when you already lack said quality, baby what else do you really have left? And now that I mention it, Seasons 1 and 2 were DUMB expensive! It was about a HIGH SCHOOL!

In conclusion, Sam Levinson, if you’re reading this (and I know you probably are cause you be name searching on the internet), take a page out of Cher Horowitz’s playbook and embrace the unexpected—get BACK in the kitchen, rearrange a few things, and release a statement saying it’s over.

Maybe it’s time to let Euphoria High live on in our memories as a show that dared to push boundaries and challenge norms by including an episode with 30 penises on screen instead of trying to recapture glitter in the air (an amazing P!nk song by the way), why not set your sights on creating something new, something equally provocative and game-changing? Here’s a thought, why not just like, produce? Let someone who can write—I mean, someone else write a great show, and you just stand behind them, and applaud? You did the work king, go rest.