I am going to miss this show if it gets cancelled, which everyone tells me is super likely even though I think bitches be crazy if they take SMG off the air, ratings be damned — and it’s not like Gossip Girl is so gold-plated on that front, y’all, plus those actors look so bored it’s like watching an hour of sleepwalking. On this show everyone is actually selling the hell out of it every week. SMG is SO GOOD at what she does — very few people can be, at any given moment and sometimes all in one episode, believably sympathetic, snarky, emotional, nasty, drug-addled, trashy, and Buffy-punchingly awesome, much less while doing it in clothes that don’t fit. Zoey Deutch really needs to find her way onto another CW series, maybe as a Vampire Diaries sassbag, because she is impressive at all that stuff as well. The delicious Mr. Ioan Gruffudd should, say, pop by Revenge and gruff up Emily’s udd and make ffudd out of her plans, OR come over every day and be stern with me every time I reach for one Diet Coke too many. And Andrea Roth just needs to come to my house and dress like a different exotic animal every week, although frankly, if she swung by Revenge and went smirk-to-smirk with Madeleine Stowe, I wouldn’t be mad at her for blowing me off.
Anyway. Was it a satisfying ending? In some ways, not in others, but I think they may have done what they needed to do. But I’ll talk about that on the last slide so as not to spoil you folks who are currently squeezing your eyes shut and saying, “It’s still on my DVR LA LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”