Saturday, December 19, 2009
The End Of The World As We Know It
No one can accuse the writers of some of the best tv shows out there right now of selling out.
Three excellent series just wrapped up and the season finales were so true to the characters, to the emotional and thematic set ups of these programs and consequently so heavy I am kind of fighting off a low level blues. Have you ever had one of those dreams where you have a confrontation with someone and when you wake up...you're still mad at the person...even though it was just a dream? I kind of feel like that. Last years Nip/Tuck pissed me off so much...because of Christians' treatment of both Kimber and Liz. But Kimber especially. This season it seems Christian has gone completely to the dark side. For a show that was able to mix the very worst of the human condition to stunning emotional resolutions and peace...this season the program has been getting darker and darker. If that's possible.
I shouldn't really be surprised about Californication. How can any good come from these people and their seeming total rejection of boundaries, right?
Nope...the writers on these shows have shown us. They will not sell out. Good for them.
But shit. I am so torn up about the finale of this season of Dexter I just don't know. As soon as Dexter walked into the Monet blue and yellow living room I had the first sinking feeling. Were you like me and immediately at the end of the finale went and pressed rewind on your PVR? I HAD to re-watch John Lihthgow. Even as I rewound I had the second sickest sinking feeling...this actor in replay was going to make sure I knew he knew. He did.
Godammit. I feel like I woke up from a dream and I can't shake it. Lithgow surely has to get another Emmy for this role. As for the writers? Those bastards, clever clever uncompromising clever writers, if they don't get an Emmy they sure get to evilly pat themselves on the back for giving us tough assed viewers a show without a sell out. Well done she says grumbling under her depressed breath...
Surely these three programs have nailed the state of contemporary industrial life perfectly. Aw, crap! No wonder Hank drinks and fucks so much.