Showing posts with label mean people. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

The Gilmore Girls finale is a sore disappointment to Phyllis

I am not so sad to see these two masters of inanity go their separate ways. For the last few years I have watched The Gilmore Girls through the fast forward button, stopping briefly to see if anything true happened when Rory or Lorelei were in a scene that did not feature local color: Kirk, Babette, Sally Struthers, or the town boob, Taylor. I always liked Lorelei the best, though I never understood why an upper-class teenager who left home at 16 had a baby would name her daughter after herself. Call me Jewish.

Maybe I just liked Lorelei and Rory because they were pretty, but when Rory became a self-satisfied crust of her former brainy self, I started to lose interest. And then when Luke got himself a daughter who talked just as fast and cute as L and R, I really lost interest. And yet I watched. I hated Logan, so smarmy and foil highlighted. I didn't even like what's his name--Rory's first boyfriend. Big dumb lunk who had the dumbest exit: marry at 18, sleep with Rory, go all Supernatural...

I did like Paris, who was mean. And I liked it when Emily and Lorelei were together. Emily was mean, too, but there was something honest about her desire to be a part of Lorelei's life. Mrs. Kim was mean, but like Emily, she knew who she was and there was a loving consistency to both of their characters.

The premise of seeing a mother and daughter who actually like each other, and having the mother be good at taking care of herself, her kid, her charming house, and on top of it all, dress well, was fun to watch for a while. It was good when Lorelei never married, and it was stupid when she married Christopher, the helpless father of Rory. It was asinine that when Luke and Lorelei finally got together, Luke was a total idiot about keeping Lorelei out of every thought and decision he had or made: where to live, how to be a parent, what to wear.

So I guess I have nothing nice to say in the end. But I will watch the finale through fast forward, stopping when Rory and Lorelei are on screen together with their shiny hair and frittered-away potentials.