“Grey’s Anatomy” will burn down a house and shoot down characters tomorrow during the season finale. If only this were an episode of “Justified” or a newly discovered Johnny Cash song, then I might be excited. Hey Shonda Rhimes: if I can’t get wound up about fire and gunplay, you’ve got a problem.
Here’s what will happen: some character who stammers ‘seriously’ sixteen or seventeen times a show will be “devastated” by a fire in her house. WHO? Who could this be?
Then, two characters from the hospital will be shot. Will they be major characters? Unlikely. More likely, they will kill off two of the newer characters like Reed or April because fleshing them out would be too darn difficult.
The show’s website hosts something called ‘Mer-Der’ movements. Good lord. How about some MUR-DER moments tomorrow? Start by offing Meredith and Derek. Then Alex, Miranda, and all of the ‘Invaders.’ Invaders? It might have been funny if they called them ‘the Others’ but with all that drinking and screwing to get done, clearly no one at Seattle Grace watches “Lost.”
At one point they had some compelling characters (okay, one: George), but somewhere around episode, I don’t know, four, the writers’ table clearly had a mind-meld because all the characters began to talk in the same voice and face the same basic dilemma. Does anyone on this show not have a lingering psychological issue that prevents them from being a good spouse/lover/administrator/parent/child but never from being a great surgeon? How about some badasses who have their lives together but aren’t always drinking but never nursing a hangover and who, despite working 80 weeks, are never too tired to screw? Like say Owen and the Chief who actually have real problems that are interesting and that have nearly destroyed their surgical careers.
How about a story arc that doesn’t feature characters burying themselves in their work and trying not to allow their current crisis from seeping out of their cycles of drinking and humping like rabbits in every dark corner of the warren they call Seattle Grace and into their work?
Or at the very least, stop with the synthpop soundtrack and slap down some Cash. The Boy Named Sue at least came to terms with his issues by having a Mur-der moment with his old man.
EDIT: Yeah, so, I was right about Reed, but ah, well, that was a pretty intense couple of hours. If you see me make a prediction in the future, run, do not walk, to a bookie and bet large on the opposite.
I want more like this!
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