This might fly in the face of the very basis for this blog, but the best television conclusion I’ve ever seen, with apologies to "The Wire" (Marlo wins), "The Wonder Years" (Kevin and Winnie never get together again), and "Saved By The Bell" (Zack and Kelly marry), was not very electrifying, but extremely satisfying. I’m talking about the series finale of the HBO Series "Six Feet Under." In my opinion, this was the second best television show ever (right above "A Different World," and right behind "The Wire"), and the series finale was absolutely perfect. Now, lemme take a second to acknowledge the fact that folks reading this blog who’ve never really watched "Six Feet Under" are probably already clicking one of the links on the left. But even if you’ve never seen an episode, I implore you to take a look at this video.
Try to appreciate the way they wrap up the series by giving you a glimpse of the future, in retrospective fashion. That’s where the genius lies. If someone asks you, "I wonder what happened to the mother" you can answer, "She died." Not "she dies." Don’t do that. "She dies" implies that she is "going" to die. You won’t/haven’t seen it happen, but it’s inevitable. "She died" means that she "has" died. We watched it happen and we moved on with our lives. The writers give us closure by showing us the future, but since we’ve watched these characters live and seen all of them die (along with the trademark "birth date-to-death date" graphic), we simultaneously remember their pasts.
Random electrifying conclusions about "Six Feet Under:"
TV can influence your views on different cultures. I’m admittedly a bit homophobic. It’s cultural, it’s ignorant, and it’s been hard-wired from birth. While becoming older, and understanding that only The Most High reserves the right to tell someone that his/her whole way of life is immoral, characters like Keith and David gave me new perspective on gay relationships. They were very likable characters, even when David was goin’ on crack binges and Keith was mad at the world. I was even kinda tight seeing David with someone else at the mother’s funeral.
Nate was one of the awesomest "angry" characters ever. He turned brooding into an art form, on a level not seen since Eddie Torres on "New York Undercover." The illest was towards the end, when he would fuck a chick, and then curse her out for existing afterwards. Gangsta.
I developed a lustful infatuation with Brenda. Don’t know why; I mean, she’s attractive, but definitely not the classic beauty. Maybe because she reminds me of a lot of dope, but sadly flawed, girls I know. She never did a nude scene, but she had me going.
Claire was fine, but I felt like I’ve seen her character before (she’s HBO’s version of Izzy from "Grey’s Anatomy," if you ask me). Tough but vulnerable, a little hippie-ish and free-spirited, high strung. And she’ll probably play that character for the next 20 years.
The mother was definitely a GILF.
I was dumb tight when Brenda was cheatin’ on Nate, fucking everything that moved. Remember when she let the stranger finger her in the clothing store? Scandalous.
I wish they would have did more with the Arthur character and his whole situation with the mother.
Frederico was a herb for how he dealth with that stripper.
Billy was the man. I can’t see him as anything but a raving, ranting lunatic when he appears on other programs.
HBO hasn’t produced anything nearly as engrossing since.
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