Billionaires’ Bunker (scifi TV series trailer).

Let’s be honest—if the world does go to hell in a handbasket (likely woven from recycled billionaire yacht sails), the 1% aren’t going to be sharing tinned beans with the rest of us in a burned-out Tesco car park. No, they’ll be sipping martinis in an underground fortress, grumbling about the Wi-Fi. And that, dear readers, is precisely where Billionaires’ Bunker begins.

This gloriously savage Spanish-language Netflix series (subtitled for your convenience and confusion) drops us into a post-apocalyptic pressure cooker, where the rich have retreated to their luxury survival bunker while the rest of humanity presumably rots topside like yesterday’s tapas.

The cast is a buffet of simmering resentment and haute couture: Miren Ibarguren as the sharp-tongued heiress with a knife in every Birkin bag, Joaquín Furriel as a morally-flexible financier with a suspicious knack for surviving coups, and Natalia Verbeke as the PR queen desperately trying to spin Armageddon as “a minor disruption in service.” It’s Succession meets The Road, if The Road had underfloor heating and a concierge.

But despite the opulence—gold-plated panic rooms, panic-plated dinner service, and enough surveillance to make Orwell blush—trouble brews faster than a barista with performance anxiety. Old grudges bubble up, new alliances form (and dissolve with bloody efficiency), and someone’s definitely sleeping with someone they shouldn’t be, possibly while hiding a murder weapon in the sauna.

In the absence of sunlight or sanity, the characters begin unravelling like badly tailored bespoke suits. Power plays become literal, trust is traded like crypto, and every episode ends with the sort of cliffhanger that suggests the true apocalypse isn’t outside—it’s what happens when the elite are stuck with each other and no staff left to blame.

Naturally, there’s a thin crust of social commentary baked into all the melodrama. What does privilege look like when the world’s gone? What happens when you run out of caviar but still have three ex-wives and a hostile boardroom inside your fallout shelter? And most importantly—how do you kill a billionaire in a bunker without getting your cashmere bloody?

Here at SFcrowsnest, we do love a good class struggle set to a minor-key synth soundtrack. Billionaires’ Bunker is tense, twisted, and tastefully lit—proof that even at the end of the world, the rich will still find time for betrayal, Botox, and backstabbing over brunch. Be seeing you (from the surface, waving sarcastically).

September 19th 2025, via Netflix.