Season three of The Handmaid’s Tale sees June (Elisabeth Moss) handed over to rebellious Commander Lawrence (Bradley Whitford) as a handmaid. Here she bonds with Lawrence’s mentally ill wife, Eleanor (Julie Dretzin) and plots ways to see her stolen daughter. Meanwhile Serena (Yvonne Strahovski) and Fred Waterford (Joseph Fiennes) fight to get Nicole back from Canada where Luke (O-T Fagbenle) and Moira (Samira Wiley) are taking care of her.
After the second season of The Handmaid’s Tale was a bit flat compared to the first one, I was hoping for a return to form for the third. I was sorely disappointed. The whole season feels like a rambling pile of filler.
June supposedly lives under a regime where everything is regulated and watched and even the smallest transgression is punished brutally. Yet somehow she constantly gets away with things or only suffers minor punishments. In season two she was pregnant so you can understand the motivation to spare her but her ability to evade repercussions in this season has gone beyond belief. She either needed to be hung or start a war and neither happened.
As the season goes on her behaviour becomes more and more erratic, which could have worked in a study of how PTSD turns the oppressed into oppressors and strips people of their sanity… if it were done well. It isn’t done well though and everything that was once likeable about June seems to have vanished.
I didn’t give a shit about her beef with OfMatthew (Ashleigh LaThrop) or the weirdnesses of Serena and Fred’s abusive relationship. Emily’s (Alexis Bledel) reunion with her estranged wife (Clea DuVall) might have been really interesting but the surface was only barely scratched.
The only compelling part of the whole drawn out series was finding out a bit more about Aunt Lydia’s (Ann Dowd) past.
I wonder what Margaret Attwood thinks about all this. Not sure I can be fucked to watch season 4.