In other words, Lorde was right.
“Wearing a mask is conducive to not bumping into walls.”
Says a very Bohemian, personified puppy of a young man at a Halloween rave party.
The year is 2021, in an alternate universe where our dear virus, 15th Greek letter in the alphabet and all, has been eradicated.
For quite some time, apparently.
Apparently, an old high school soccer team and their tragic past caused the pandemic to pause completely.
Yellowjackets, contrary to initial thoughts, is not an entomophobe’s nightmare in which a swarm of malicious wasps commence the apocalypse.
In 1996, a girl’s high school soccer team was set to play for an anonymous game of prestige (see Nationals).
Travelling by air, a particularly bone-splitting kick of misfortune befalls the journey when they find themselves crash landing into Canadian wilderness.
With a lion’s share of girls outnumbering the only three males present, each of varying ages, they ultimately resort to unspeakable acts that would never be considered by a class of normal teenagers.
Cannibalism should (eventually) be a relatively normal response for anyone stuck in the depths of nature without consistent, reliable access to sustenance.
(In addition to going ravenous from no Internet.)
However, in the midst of their investigation for food and shelter, undertaken extensively in the growing fear of search and rescue being further from near, the girls (and male threesome), discover the makings of a preternatural force.
And, rest assured, Steven McCrain is nowhere near to ridicule the preternatural with his manipulative, sceptical, heathen fingers dancing across the frequencies of those sincere, spectral voices.
The symbol, as advertised, is dispersed across trees and floorboards, the latter of which is constructed as the base of an abandoned log cabin.
The sigil, conspicuously sinister, depicts a triangle topped at a point with a sphere as what should be considered a head. Four lines, divided by two, erect from two sides, one of which extends and overlaps across the shape.
At the triangle’s base is what appears to be a tail in the shape of a sickle.
Its first appearance is a carving into tree bark, panning into view shortly after our new cast for an unreleased season of Lost settles into their roles of running around as headless chickens.
Frequency starts to increase as the story progresses. Most notably when taking shelter in the cabin. Soon, the previous owner is found reduced to bone and dressed in cobwebs.
A single pilot.
After toying around and nearly reducing one or two girls to shredded beef, another girl states, “It didn’t want him to leave.”
Intuitively, we know that “it” is probably referring to whatever roams around the forest, unseen.
The series’ title and choice in naming for the soccer team relates to the theme of cannibalism because yellowjackets, or wasp variants, are often colloquially addressed as “meat wasps” accorded with expressing a peculiar attraction to meat.
Putting that into perspective, one might begin to see the symbol as a wasp, with the sickle tail representing the stinger and the limb-like lines as wings.
A.K.A. “White Teeth Teens”.
Check out Yellowjackets on Showtime, every Sunday at 9 PM (CDT).