Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
Well… I just played the tape again, read the transcript in English, looked up past discussions on Google Groups, so I could tidy up my thoughts a bit.
Let’s say the final episode is not that bad, that it’s actually fairly good when compared to the rest of the season (and hence the past two seasons, since season 6 was worse), but it’s very unworthy of the original Buffy, the show we loved at the time Whedon supervised the script.
I’m not motivated to go into the detail of all the absurd points, all that’s missing, the holes in the story or the contradictions with the show’s theory. It’s not worth it. The show, the ending, doesn’t deserve it. If you want to know what I don’t like about this show, check out fr.rec.tv.series.sf.
It’s now official: Buffy’s sixth and seventh seasons don’t exist. The slayer’s resurrection is just a spin-off written by talentless writers, and it’s useless. Doesn’t count.
It’s depressing me. That’s what talented people do best: waste their talent. Look at Whedon. Look at Garoo.