Dear Peter,
Well, all I can say is The OC sure dealt it. What galls me is that they seemed to know they were laying a steaming pile on America, because they kept working in all these overt messages that next year will be better (Kaitlin!) and I do believe it will. Here are the scenes I may never recover from:
1. Taylor's Bi-Bim-Bap shimmy.
2. Seth and Sandy's post-arson bonding moment. Um, I don't know about you, but if I'd burnt down my father's life's work, I'd have been shipped off to some Wyoming evangelical wilderness survival camp before the embers were out [note to the producers: excellent plot idea for Kaitlin]. I'd at least have been grounded, and I certainly wouldn't have been hugged. Who are these people?
3. Marissa's oddly unmoving death scene. The OC has made me cry before, sure, but this time I was barely interested enough to look up from my knitting. One, because, duh -- even if Mischa hadn't announced her departure, you knew, yes, exactly what was coming the minute Ryan's car showed up (PS: did Ryan's mom buy that off Laguna Beach's Kristin?) And two, did they let a goth teen storyboard that one? The tableau of Ryan carrying Marissa like some fallen teen messiah as a fiery armageddon raged in the background and oh no, it can't be, yes, yes, they're playing the song. Actually, that was so wrong it was sort of right.
I'm going to go watch it on Tivo six more times now, and hate myself for it.
Your BFF,
Jenny
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