And that's curtains for the Henrickson clan! I hate to be brief here - usually I can go on and on when a series ends - but I'm kind of at a loss for opinions. For one thing, I didn't like this season as much as the previous one, which is the first time that's happened in my history with Big Love. For another, it had such an abruptly terrible resolution to its series finale. I mean, there are twist endings and shocking events, and there's even the infamous Sopranos cut-to-black ending-out-of-nowhere, but this? Wow. Perhaps a new low for an otherwise decent dramatic cable series. Not only were plenty of melodramatic arcs not really resolved, but the final fifteen minutes and one event in particular just came on so, so abruptly. It almost feels like the writers were halfway done with the episode before being told, "hey, this is the final episode." It was mellow but sloppy. Oddly restrained, and then miles over the top.
In the end, Big Love was a decent show and I'm glad I took the time to watch it. It wasn't one of HBO's finest efforts, but it probably represents the best of the network's post-Sopranos/Wire pre-Boardwalk/Game of Thrones rut. (What else was there from 2008 to 2010? True Blood? Entourage?) I expected more from the finale and the final season in general, but that's a testament to the extent to which I had come to respect the show as time went on. And by the way, although I keep saying I liked it more and more as time went on, that doesn't mean I disliked the first season. It served its mostly introductory purpose entirely well.
I guess for now it's back to Six Feet Under. Fine by me.
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