Now, that was a season finale cliff hanger.
Seriously, those really were the good ol’ days, where one was left in suspense for the summer, and only the summer – none of this May-through-October-[maybe November]-before-a-new-episode-airs stuff. The good ol’ days in which tv shows could still throw one [me] for a twist and get away with it.
Mr.Q and I watched the season finale(s) of Grey’s Anatomy last night.
Mr.Q generally prefers Crossing Jordan [‘cuz he’s in love with Jill Hennessy, second only to Chantal Kreviazuk] and we have managed to come to amicable Sunday night viewing arrangements, but he agreed, without issue, to watch parts 2 & 3 of last night’s Grey’s Anatomy.
Now, really. Do you need a three part finale? No. Before realizing that parts 2 & 3 existed, I was quite content with part 1 as the season finale – to be left happily hanging until the fall. But, no, instead I got to watch parts 2 & 3 and have damn near everything wrapped up neatly, albeit a little too over the top, so that I now have no crushing need to fanatically await the first new episode next season. I know who died, I know who lived and the only tension left is between potential lovers – and even Mr.Q, who has watched a grand total of, perhaps, two episodes, recognized that as an uneventful on-going side story.
Maybe I just don’t watch that much tv anymore and, unbeknownst to me, the concept of the season cliff-hanger has gone by the wayside. Maybe I am just too unfocused to sit through a total of 3 hours of a season finale. Maybe I just tuned out after too many implausible scenarios…. rather unlikely after my Dallas days, no?
Maybe I’m just getting ready for the impending onslaught of kids’ shows – does Dora the Explorer have season finales??