
I loved this show, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. No matter how much the parental unit and the sister mocked, I stayed home every Friday to watch (and, previously, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, it's deceased bumper buddy) the increasingly complicated unfolding of the narrative.
Okay, the first season was largely shit (especially the backup-singer turdpile of an episode), and Eliza Dushku can't act for shit, especially later, when she was supposed to be this wise, intelligent superhuman (her acting here consisted of forced laid-back-smart voices and half-closed eyes), but goddammit, it was good in the second season, when Joss Whedon realized the cast he had to work.
HERE THERE BE SPOILERS
This very last season was some of the best network television I've ever seen in my short widdle life. I could go on and on, doing whole synopsis of every episode, but I'm muchtoo lazy for that. Instead, I bring to your attention the gin-soaked one-liners of late-period Olivia Williams-as-Adelle DeWitt, sometimes-evil manager of the (LA, we find out) Dollhouse, the adorableness of wiped-state Enver Gjokaj and Dichen Lachman-as-Victor and Sierra, and the two-episode nerdgasm million of geeks had when Summer Glau stopped by as a tech genius/love interest of Topher, played by Fran Kranz. Or the (SERIOUSLY, HERE BE THE SPOILERS, RUN AWAY FEEBLE MINDS) crushing feeling in their collective chests when sleeper-Doll Amy Acker-as-Whiskey/Dr.Saunders/soon-to-be Clyde 2.0 shoots Glau's Bennet Halverson in front of poor Topher, who goes slightly insane. I could rave about Gjokaj's amazing Topher impersonation, which is dead on, and this guy should be in other places. I could scream at you to watch the two Epitaphs, One and Two: The Return, which are so mind-blowingly awesome I want to make it like that unpublished JD Salinger story, where you have to have two seperate IDs and sit behind a special door while a guard stands by. that's how awesome it is. I won't go so far as to spoil Epitaph 2, as it aired not three hours ago, but motherfuckers, get on it. But I will spoil that Harry Lennix's Boyd Langton was the bad guy all along, and that Topher wipes him and Echo blows him up, but it turns out to be a shitty idea, in retrospect, 10 years later.
With Whedon, though, when he gets cancelled, he doesn't cancel any storylines. He accelerates them to begin and end in one episode (or feature-length movie named Serenity), and that could be a problem. They could've justified the Boyd thing more, etc, etc. But they did get more time that Fox would've let anyone else have, and for that, I forgive them. Slightly. And it peaves me that Whedon kills everyone all the fucking time.
But otherwise, let us mourn...and if you don't see what the big deal is...well...I have nothing to say to you, sirs.
Happy weekends!
PS What am I gonna do with my Fridays now? Make friends?