Delores is dead. So is The Man in Black. Charlotte can’t be trusted. Maeve still kicks ass. Caleb gets an eye-opener about “life” and goes along for a surreal wild ride. And Bernard… well, how nice to see the guy finally allowing himself to embrace his own choices and still be able to wax existential along the way. Yes. That’s how it all came to pass — more or less — at the end of Season 3 of Westworld, certainly one of the most mind-bending if not maddening series to emerge out of annals of television. Don’t remember any of that? Fret not Stream Machine: it’s okay to feel as if your memory was erased. Here in the real world, humanity has braved a pandemic and then some since the last season of the drama bowed back in 2020. And while we could spend pages recapping the show — and how Michael Crichton's hit 1973 Western sci-fi thriller film and subsequent book embedded its way into the pop culture collective for that matter — here’s the burning question before Season 4 premieres on June 26 on HBO Max: Is it worth the investment?