Six Feet Under

You can’t take a picture of this. It’s already gone.

I’m thinking, the hardest thing is to know when it’s time to move on… and let things go. A heavy thought I don’t normally glean from the tube.

This last season of Six Feet Under has been a fast paced, cram-it-all-in, drama fest. On top of that, it seemed that most of the characters were going untreated from what WrongDiagnosis would lump into the schizophrenia, psychosis, depression or drowsiness columns. But I still watched, as religiously as I needed to with the modern marvels of digital video recorders.

All that aside, the last episode was right up there with the ending for M*A*S*H. They managed to touch upon what it means to be a family, finding closure and hope, gay marriage, and how senseless (the current) war is…

In this age of reality TV, I thank HBO for raising (or is that maintaining?) the bar on entertainment. I wish it could trickle down to the dinosaur networks.

As hard as it is to let something go, the creators of this show let it end with no questions—and plenty of grace.

(filed under movies because I’ve not a TV category)

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3 comments

  1. i guess a question just planned all over…was Maggie pregnant from Nate?
    about the end, i am sure it is the most beautiful thing ever filmed

  2. I was left completely stunned.
    Beautifully done.
    No show on television is even close to being of the same caliber as Six Feet Under.

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