Farewell The Fishers

Six Feet Under went out with a good one. I felt a little iffy about this final season, but the last three or four episodes were stunning. Ever since (major spoiler) that major character died. It’s almost like the character stifled everybody else in the series. I almost applauded when they finally kicked the bucket. Narm. Heee. (end of spoiler)

I haven’t got the exact quote here, but Brenda said something in, I think, the penultimate episode that sounded completely new to me (as in an ‘original’ observation) yet so totally recognisable.

It’s when she tells her still unbelievably creepy brother Billy (Spoiler)(And, CHRIST, Brenda, don’t touch his unbelievably creepy penis. Not even in dreams, ok?)(end of spoiler) that she always thought that as she grew older there’d be more people, but that’s not how it works.

How true is that.

Ignorance will be angelic bliss

In an effort to fully enjoy what may well be the last few hours of the Buffyverse, I’m going spoiler free for Angel. (Sorry, Simon, you’re on your own at the Wh’esque.) I only vaguely knew the plot of last night’s funny and creepy ‘Smile Time’ (S5x14, hey wanna see some pretty pics?), which made it just so much more… well, funny. And creepy. The teaser alone had me gasping.

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In other TV commentary, a big big ‘heeeee’ for the poster at TWOP who coined ‘Ambercrombie and Bitch’ for this season’s May/December ‘ship between The O.C.’s Luke and Auntie Julie. And does anyone really care about what happens to Ryan and Melissa? I think not. It’s all about the Cohens.

And also: bye bye Oliver. Good riddance.