Okay, DC needs to realize that it isn’t Oregon. It’s not supposed to rain this much. This month we’ve had maybe a half dozen sunny days. This is just wrong, I tell you. And there’s not a sunny day in the long-term forecast. Well, that’s going to make moving fun.
So last night was the final Buffy. Stop reading if you haven’t watched the episode yet. I thought it was a pretty good ending for the show. A lot of the interaction between the Scoobies was good—a definite improvement on the way they’ve been lately (and when I say “lately,” I mean “since season 4”). The one time I got choked up was the moment when it was just Buffy, Giles, Xander, and Willow standing in the halls of Sunnydale High. The dialogue seemed a bit forced, but it was very much vintage Buffy. And the repetition of Giles’s line from “The Harvest” was great (“The Earth is [definitely] doomed”).
I really liked the spreading of the Slayer powers. The show couldn’t end, in my opinion, with Buffy being the only one. It needed to end with her being able to go off and live her life on her own terms. And this allowed her to keep her powers, but also give her a lot more choice in life. So I thought it was a very good solution.
I also liked the way they handled the Angel/Buffy/Spike triangle. It left it open enough that Buffy/Angel ‘shippers would be happy…but so would Buffy/Spike ‘shippers. Of course, it’ll be interesting what happens on Angel now. They basically established that yep, what Buffy and Angel have is True Love. Will Angel still have his sick and so very wrong thing with Cordelia?
Anyway, I thought the finale was a good way to end the show. But just because I thought this episode was decent doesn’t erase my bitterness from the crap they’ve been pulling on us for the past few seasons. Joss gave me some good storytelling and Scooby moments; but that doesn’t make me forget that we haven’t seen anything like that for a very long time.
Current song in my head:
“Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” by the Police