7th Heaven
It's hard to believe it's over. Not that I was a very faithful viewer, but who could not feel a hint of melancholy with the closing of one of TV's longest-running family shows and the realization that nothing lasts forever, even in TV-land.
The end of a great TV series always hits me hard. I could not bring myself to say goodbye to my first love, Remington Steele <sigh>, which no Knight Rider or McGyver could ever replace. Then there was Northern Exposure, which I tried to immortalize on reams of tapes, before I realized that it's just not the same watching reruns, when you know there's a final episode in the mix. I still long for the days of Starfleet Academy and the Next Gen crew before they went to the big screen, Jean-Luc, Beverly, Deanna, Number One -- I never really warmed up to Voyager or those guys on the space station. Let's be honest, there's no better entertainment than watching a Klingon try to put on a poker face for his friends around the card table.
Most series finales, in my book, are duds. The last episodes of Seinfeld and Ally McBeal, for instance, left me with a deflated, humdrum feeling. Maybe subconsciously the actors had given up on their acting or the writers had given up on their writing by the last take. Or maybe out of goodwill, the writers intended to soften the blow to their loyal fans, making them feel less badly about losing their favorite show, by turning their fervor into indifference with horrible writing.
My vote for best series finale goes to Felicity. It was all you could hope for in a finale with a feel-good denouement to an ending that provided closure as much as it promised a happily-ever-after. Just look at Felicity now, doing us proud in MI3. And we remember when she was just an insecure college freshman, way back when.
The end of a great TV series always hits me hard. I could not bring myself to say goodbye to my first love, Remington Steele <sigh>, which no Knight Rider or McGyver could ever replace. Then there was Northern Exposure, which I tried to immortalize on reams of tapes, before I realized that it's just not the same watching reruns, when you know there's a final episode in the mix. I still long for the days of Starfleet Academy and the Next Gen crew before they went to the big screen, Jean-Luc, Beverly, Deanna, Number One -- I never really warmed up to Voyager or those guys on the space station. Let's be honest, there's no better entertainment than watching a Klingon try to put on a poker face for his friends around the card table.
Most series finales, in my book, are duds. The last episodes of Seinfeld and Ally McBeal, for instance, left me with a deflated, humdrum feeling. Maybe subconsciously the actors had given up on their acting or the writers had given up on their writing by the last take. Or maybe out of goodwill, the writers intended to soften the blow to their loyal fans, making them feel less badly about losing their favorite show, by turning their fervor into indifference with horrible writing.
My vote for best series finale goes to Felicity. It was all you could hope for in a finale with a feel-good denouement to an ending that provided closure as much as it promised a happily-ever-after. Just look at Felicity now, doing us proud in MI3. And we remember when she was just an insecure college freshman, way back when.
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