I've been lax...



Haven't updated ye olde blog in awhile. Mostly because I'm still ill, but also because I've got nothing to say...unless we want to talk TV which as we all know...is what I do best.


Actually, I would like to mention that I put on a bra today as opposed to yesterday. It's very uncomfortable. Bras suck.

Season Finales (!)

Alas, this won't be comprehensive at all because (a) I don't remember much lately (b) I don't care (c) I only feel strongly (read-hate) one (okay maybe two) show(s) in particular so far (d) all of the above


The Secret Circle

I've written about my issues with this previously. It has been canceled so my complaints are moot. All that being said...

HOW DO YOU NOT HAVE A VISION FOR HOW YOUR SEASON IS GOING TO END?

Okay, to be fair, I think there was a clear vision for the whole season and then, at some point, around the time they wrote the last 4-5 episodes, the vision was altered. I'm guessing that they were trying to save the show or thought they needed to change some things up in order to save the show. Like I didn't know that there was a large contingent of fans who didn't like Cassie and Adam together. I happened to think they were the most interesting part (outside of Gale Harold) of the show. I know that I bemoaned the plot development that was designed to keep them apart, but I thought that was all part of their arc. I certainly didn't expect that following the memory erase that Adam would all of a sudden be paired with another of the female characters in The Circle? Come on. Was that necessary? Were we really asking for that? I just don't see how you can write an episode that is serving as your season finale and will also quite possibly be your series finale (you knew you were on the bubble, man)without ONE, teeny, tiny Cassie and Adam scene. You ALWAYS touch on the first episode of the season in the last episode, well I mean, if you're a highly serialized drama you do. HELL, even sitcoms do it in their finales. It's just wrong.

From what I could tell of those last two episodes, there was no one more important to the show than Faye. I get it. She's a beautiful actress with a lot of talent, and she's playing the most morally vague character in The Circle, but, again, COME ON. Your show's star is Cassie. She was the linchpin of the of the entire season. I resent that the finale was more about how "wrong" (her words) she was to make her friends in the Circle do what she wanted. Shut up.

I will contend until my last breath if the show had not marginalized Gale Harold early on in the season the ratings would have followed. I was only watching for he and Thomas Dekker. I know many, many others were only watching because of he. It's just all such a shame.

Oh yeah that crystal skull shit was just bad. All of it.

It will be a long time before I ever watch another teenage-themed supernatural TV show on The CW too. Not that I'm giving up on The Vampire Diaries, not at all.


The Vampire Diaries

DUDE.

Now THAT was a finale. It was so good I watched it three times. It was so good it made me cry. TVD has never made me cry, ever. Well, okay once over a Stefan & Elena thing, but I think it's well-documented that I am a hopeless romantic and cry a lot when it comes to love and death and vampires (I joke).

Anyway, every time I watched it, the moment Alaric appears to Jeremy made me cry - what a beautiful good-bye for that character.

What I loved the most was use of the flashbacks in the episode. That's how it should be done, man. And the Damon reveal? HUGE. I genuinely screamed aloud when I realized the ramifications of that meeting.

And the whole vampire thing? I didn't even really get at first. I had to rewind a few times.

So this was a perfect illustration of a vision realized. Not just a season-long vision either, this is a series-long vision.


Smash

Okay, to be fair, I've been hate-watching this for awhile anyway. I have liked random musical numbers, and I really like that they cast so many musical theater actors (Will Chase, Marc Kudish, et al), but it really has not been good. I am usually not a judgmental TV watcher. I am an emotional TV watcher, but I would like to think I can delineate between when a character I love does something I don't like and when a character just does something icky.

That episode where the Debra Messing character left her husband in bed and met with her lover in the rehearsal room then proceeded to have sex with said lover on the couch? That was it for me. There was no going back. I know this is a TV show but there's romantic plot development (I like romantic triangles) and then there is just gross.

That was gross.

Grosser still was the knowing look the lover and she exchanged at the rehearsal hall in re: the couch.

UGH.

I don't hold it against any of those actors. This is just the worst-written TV show with the best-written music that has ever existed.

The finale was so exhausting, so stupid, and so just flat out dumb that I can't bring myself to summarize much more than... apparently musical theater directors have to be in love, fantasize, and/or have sex with their leading ladies for the musical to be a success.

In fact, about 7 episodes ago, I realized that I couldn't even write nasty tweets while I watched "Smash" because it wasn't polite. You know, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." How this translates to my snark on Twitter is nebulous at best, but I swear I just stopped tweeting about it altogether.


I doubt I'll be back next season


The Office


This entire season has just been one painful, fuck you to the devoted fan, and it will continue next year.

Parks & Rec

My interest in the latter part of this season had waned as I really am never interested in TV shows when a character is running for office. That being said, the finale accomplished its goals, and Leslie Knope made me cry.


I think that's it for now??? I need to rewatch OUAT before I write about it because I was distracted Sunday night by Betty Francis and her addiction to Reddi-Whip.


Until next time.

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