Time out for a TV break
Finales. I liked one, hated the other.
Twenty-two episodes into the seventh season, they finally get the spirit of Gilmore Girls right—just as it ends. Which makes about two or three shows worth watching the entire year. (One of the others was when Emily got arrested. That was a hoot.)
Stupid WB. Stupid CW. They never should have fired Amy Sherman-Palladino. If they hadn’t, the Gilmore Girls would still be going strong, and would not have been the show that I taped for a month before finally getting around to watching the episodes prior to the series finale.
Well, at least they got rid of Logan and gave Rory a spine again. And almost turned Luke back into Luke, instead of that wuss he’s been for over a year. But still, every time I see an old episode, I notice the vast chasm between the show-that-was and the show that it became. Wow, this season sucked. Black-hole level sucking.
I need a new show to fill the gap. Something good better come up next season. A good chick-flick for TV, like Men in Trees. Only better.
I seriously doubt it’s going to be the Grey’s Anatomy spinoff. If that pilot episode had been any more boring, I would have taped it and prescribed it to myself for insomnia.
And while I’m on the subject of Grey’s Anatomy:
Hi. Do you know me? I’m Shonda Rhimes. I’m the creator and executive producer of one of the most popular shows on the air. It’s about these doctors, see, and their lives, loves, and laments. Only this season, it’s been all about the laments. I decided that this season, everybody suffers. It’s not bad enough that Meredith is all dark and twisty, what with her having the most awful onscreen mother since Mommie Dearest. This season, we had to make her choose between McDreamy and McVet, turn down (again!) McSteamy, give her mother heart problems, have her mother become lucid long enough to tell Meredith what a disappointment she was, is, and forever will be, drown her, kill her mother, make Meredith pull herself back from some limbo-like dream fantasy, and then, when we finally give her something good (getting closer to her stepmother and father), we take that away from her by having her stepmother die of an infection caused by the procedures that Meredith suggests. (Incidentally, that rule about physicians not treating family members doesn’t seem to be in effect here.) Then her father hates here again. Oh, and now her boyfriend is about to break up with her.
But that’s not enough. We also took George the Steadfast and made him drunk and unfaithful (the drunk we believe, the unfaithful? No.) and in love with Izzy, who is in love with him. Sorry. Haven’t bought it all season. Still not buying it. Izzy attaching herself to George, sure, because she’s still devastated that Denny’s gone (and aren’t we all?). But wait! We get to torture even more people! We have Burke leave Cristina at the altar, then walk out of her life, because this man, who has been dating her for three years, suddenly doesn’t get that Cristina freaks out before all things major. Addison can’t have a baby, McSteamy can’t have Addison, Alex can’t have Ava, nobody gets the Chief of Surgery position because the Chief isn’t leaving (we knew that all along). The Chief’s wife loses their baby (say what?!), the damned writers cheat us and make us think she’d died (she didn’t), and, let’s see, have we forgotten anyone? Oh, right. Callie knows that Izzy and George have a thing going on. George flunks out. Bailey doesn’t get Chief Resident. And all of this happened in the last two episodes.
The only ones who ended the year happy are Joe and Walter, the two gay guys who adopt twins at the end of the episode, making them, once again, the only happy couple on the show. Maybe she has something against heteros.
I don’t think Shonda Rhimes likes her characters. She sure was mean as hell to them this season.
If things don’t pick up, I’ll be dropping this show, too. Come on. There’s only so much angst a viewer can take. We like the happy. Really. We really, really do.
I’m guessing I’m going to hate the Lost finale just as much.
Then again, there’s always the Heroes finale. If they don’t blow up New York—especially if they don’t leave us with a cliffhanger where New York is about to blow—I’ll probably like it.
No way it can be worse than Grey’s Anatomy. Even if they blow up New York, it can’t be.
