My infatuation with The Leftovers wasn’t love at first sight. It’s not the kind of show that wins you over as soon as you let the first few scenes of the pilot episode wash over you. In fact, if I hadn’t binge-watched it before Season 2 started and had to wait week to week for new episodes, I probably would have given up. Man, am I glad I stuck with it.
…bawling like a baby. Damn you, Lindelof, you actually did it this time! Consider yourself officially redeemed for that Lost finale.
I loved this episode. It answered everything — and nothing. And it was done well enough that we don’t really care about the answers. Like Matt and his Book, we can choose to believe, and then it all makes sense. It’s all about Nora and Kevin. And to get the answers from Nora herself was so damn satisfying.
I’m sure there are plenty of analyses out there already, so I’ll keep this brief for now. The Book of Nora exceeded my expectations. Theroux and Coon absolutely killed it. I could watch them play off each other all day, so it’s a bittersweet ending for me: as much as I enjoyed this finale, I just want more.
Man, I’m gonna miss this show.
Alright. I’ve (kind of) gathered my thoughts but no matter how much analysis we could delve into, I don’t think we’d do this episode justice. I don’t know what it is about these afterlife/purgatory themed episodes that appeals to me so much; with the exception of the first season, which I feel was the weakest of the bunch (or maybe I just needed time to acclimate myself to the bizarre world of The Leftovers), every installment has been equally well-constructed. Still, the International Assassin episodes are a step above for me. Maybe it’s the fact that, as surreal as they feel, they still manage to stay grounded, so to speak. The story is completely bonkers, and yet it makes perfect sense. It’s pretty heavy stuff, but injected with clever humor, enough to add some much needed levity. And the result is a fascinating hour of television unlike any other.
Warning: this is going to be a very lengthy post. The recap alone is long enough, given how dense this episode was, so without further ado, let’s get into this.
… and his identical twin brother
Wow. Just wow. Was the penultimate episode of The Leftovers actually better than International Assassin? Sure, it doesn’t have quite the novelty factor that I.A. did, but damn, this was one amazing hour of television.
I’m having a really hard time coming up with anything of note to write about this episode, mainly because my notes are basically a direct transcript, sprinkled with several repetitions of “THIS IS AWESOME” (yes, in all caps), which in my head is always a chant, WWE-style.
I’ll probably be back with a lengthy, rambling recap at some point before the finale; for now, I’m amazed, grateful that Lindelof seems to be handling this ending a lot better than Lost…. and yeah, okay, slightly disappointed that Kevin’s penis got so hyped up this week and yet we still didn’t get a full frontal 😉
I’ve never really been a big fan of prequels.
Actually, make that: I never really bothered with prequels, so maybe I’d actually warm up to at least some of them if I have them the chance. But it’s always been a case of ‘what’s the point?’ for me: why invest in a story you already know the ending of?
You know how, with most shows, you’re lucky to get a 3-4 great episode streak before a dud inevitably comes along? Yeah, not with The Leftovers. Six episodes into the season and it’s not just getting better and better, it’s actually upping the ante in ways I couldn’t have imagined. Given how much I loved Season 2, The Leftovers may just be the best freaking show on TV right now, as far as I’m concerned – at least until the much anticipated GoT Season 7.
Between all the hype around the newest Netflix offering and my affinity to teen dramas, giving 13 Reasons Why a shot was a no-brainer. And if you want to talk first impressions, the show seemed pretty good in the beginning: great opening titles, nice soundtrack, a clever premise that puts a different spin on an otherwise common theme, and I’ve loved Dylan Minette in everything I’ve seen him in.
And then I kept watching. And the more time I spent with these highschool kids, the more annoyed I became. General outrage from uptight “concerned parents” aside, I don’t see this as a show that “glamorizes” suicide – but that’s a while ‘nother kettle of fish. My main problem with the show is that it just wasn’t that good, and here’s a few reasons why:
Oh boy. I didn’t think I’d enjoy a Kevin & Nora-less episode as much as I did this one, but I loved “It’s a Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt World“. Not only was Christopher Eccleston amazing (as always), but we also got to meet yet another crazy subculture that almost puts the Guilty Remnant to shame.