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rabid1stAnd so I asked for S7 of Buffy and my sweetie delivered it to my holiday stocking...all tied up in a bright bow.
I would like to say that on another viewing the end of Buffy got better.
I would like to say that...but I can't! It stank. In some ways it stank more than ever. There was the scythe...and Angel...and the costume jewelry version of a coherent plot. There was the stupid villain and the even stupider solution of spreading misery to the masses. A solution based NOT on the strength of the heroine but on blind luck and magic. Seven years of character development were blown carelessly into the wind like the seeds of a dandelion...SIGH! The core theme of the series became...not growing up but growing doughy.
Yes, my hate was simmering. Then, I made the mistake of watching the Joss Whedon retrospective. The one where he counts down his favorite episodes and waxes rhapsodic about his actors. I didn't want to cry but I felt the tears pricking my eyelids and worst of all I felt that old familiar urge to give that awful...AWFUL man a hug.
"We could have gone on...but I ran out of energy," he said. And it was almost...ALMOST the admission of guilt I needed to start to let go. But then I remembered how Buffy made that speech in the kitchen about Spike not being there alone and then went and threw herself at Angel and how ANGEL had made a deal with evil people to get the magic pendant and not only didn't he bother to mention it...there were never any consequences and I kick my urge to hug under the bed. You can't make it up to me with snuggly reminiscence Mr. Girl Power.
Write your way out of this mess you created...if you can!
I would like to say that on another viewing the end of Buffy got better.
I would like to say that...but I can't! It stank. In some ways it stank more than ever. There was the scythe...and Angel...and the costume jewelry version of a coherent plot. There was the stupid villain and the even stupider solution of spreading misery to the masses. A solution based NOT on the strength of the heroine but on blind luck and magic. Seven years of character development were blown carelessly into the wind like the seeds of a dandelion...SIGH! The core theme of the series became...not growing up but growing doughy.
Yes, my hate was simmering. Then, I made the mistake of watching the Joss Whedon retrospective. The one where he counts down his favorite episodes and waxes rhapsodic about his actors. I didn't want to cry but I felt the tears pricking my eyelids and worst of all I felt that old familiar urge to give that awful...AWFUL man a hug.
"We could have gone on...but I ran out of energy," he said. And it was almost...ALMOST the admission of guilt I needed to start to let go. But then I remembered how Buffy made that speech in the kitchen about Spike not being there alone and then went and threw herself at Angel and how ANGEL had made a deal with evil people to get the magic pendant and not only didn't he bother to mention it...there were never any consequences and I kick my urge to hug under the bed. You can't make it up to me with snuggly reminiscence Mr. Girl Power.
Write your way out of this mess you created...if you can!