AI Faces Are Uncannily Perfect. I Hate Them.

After a few months of shivering through Severance’s blank white corridors and icy exterior shots, I’ve appreciated the sultry visual texture of The White Lotus’s third season: the vivid prints of high-end resort wear; the ominous blue of the ocean; the verdant setting (as wild and seething as anything manicured into luxury-hotel perfection can be). The show is thrilling as a sensory experience, humming with sinister percussive beats and the occasional muffled animal squawk in the…