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Thoughts on the Supernatural Finale
So finals are done and I'm catching up on my teevee viewing before work starts. This included catching up on the last month or so of Supernatural, culminating in the finale. I have a lot of thoughts about the last few episodes, but mainly what I think is that I'm done with Supernatural.
It's not that the finale (or Two Minutes to Midnight, or The Devil You Know, because WOW do I love me some Mark Sheppard, and I fully support his apparent quest to appear on every genre tv show ever) was particularly bad. It wasn't. It was actually good. I spent most of the episode being terrified that they were going to kill the Metallicar, with the Chuck segments building into the show all the fanon that's accumulated about life on the road, but I'll forgive that because the final meeting was so perfectly balanced. Adam, representing Heaven, Sam, representing Hell, and Dean, representing Humanity and Team Free Will and the sheer damn stubbornness of love. He lost Cas, and he lost Bobby, but he still stayed, and just let Sam know that he was there.
And Sam rose to the occasion. I love that the Metallicar saved the day, reminding Sam of what it means to be human. After Sam dragged Michael/Adam down into the pit and the whole closed and Dean was left there, that was it for me. That was when Supernatural ended. Humanity alone, having given up everything to be free. I think it's a little simplistic, but that, to me, was what this whole season was saying; freedom's worth it. Worth anything.
Of course then they buggered the whole damn thing up by hitting the reset button. Bobby's back? Okay. Castiel's back? Okay. He's megapowerful again? What? But you just had this whole arc where he was human and still awesome and - whatever. Dean swans off to Lisa and Ben to live a normal life and not raise Sam from the dead. (And can I just mention that I loved that scene? Not because I actually believed that Dean would go and try to live a normal life, but because Dean was less bothered by Sam's dying than by Sam not coming back. SPN, ladies and gents).
And then Sam's back? No explanation, no summer in Hell, just - back? No. I'm sorry, when you create an emotionally pure moment, you're supposed to let it sit for a bit, not fuck it up in the next five minutes.
And that's really why I'm done with SPN. It's become a gambling rat show for me. When you hit the lever, sometimes you get food, and sometimes you get Swap Meat. I'd rather have it end on a high note and just be done. No more swallowing the misogyny or inane plot twists or the fact that there are only two named good alive women who have appeared in multiple episodes over the course of five damn seasons. I'm done. Unless Dean actually goes after God next season, this show has nothing more to say to me.
It's not that the finale (or Two Minutes to Midnight, or The Devil You Know, because WOW do I love me some Mark Sheppard, and I fully support his apparent quest to appear on every genre tv show ever) was particularly bad. It wasn't. It was actually good. I spent most of the episode being terrified that they were going to kill the Metallicar, with the Chuck segments building into the show all the fanon that's accumulated about life on the road, but I'll forgive that because the final meeting was so perfectly balanced. Adam, representing Heaven, Sam, representing Hell, and Dean, representing Humanity and Team Free Will and the sheer damn stubbornness of love. He lost Cas, and he lost Bobby, but he still stayed, and just let Sam know that he was there.
And Sam rose to the occasion. I love that the Metallicar saved the day, reminding Sam of what it means to be human. After Sam dragged Michael/Adam down into the pit and the whole closed and Dean was left there, that was it for me. That was when Supernatural ended. Humanity alone, having given up everything to be free. I think it's a little simplistic, but that, to me, was what this whole season was saying; freedom's worth it. Worth anything.
Of course then they buggered the whole damn thing up by hitting the reset button. Bobby's back? Okay. Castiel's back? Okay. He's megapowerful again? What? But you just had this whole arc where he was human and still awesome and - whatever. Dean swans off to Lisa and Ben to live a normal life and not raise Sam from the dead. (And can I just mention that I loved that scene? Not because I actually believed that Dean would go and try to live a normal life, but because Dean was less bothered by Sam's dying than by Sam not coming back. SPN, ladies and gents).
And then Sam's back? No explanation, no summer in Hell, just - back? No. I'm sorry, when you create an emotionally pure moment, you're supposed to let it sit for a bit, not fuck it up in the next five minutes.
And that's really why I'm done with SPN. It's become a gambling rat show for me. When you hit the lever, sometimes you get food, and sometimes you get Swap Meat. I'd rather have it end on a high note and just be done. No more swallowing the misogyny or inane plot twists or the fact that there are only two named good alive women who have appeared in multiple episodes over the course of five damn seasons. I'm done. Unless Dean actually goes after God next season, this show has nothing more to say to me.