May 23, 2007
Neptune Blues
The series finale of Veronica Mars last night was more or less perfect. [Discussion ensues.]
Obviously lots of people think the show has started to deviate from the crafted perfection of season one sometime in the middle of season two last year, and this season, while resuming some of the original spunk, also had some real drags and snags-- like the inability to figure out what to do with Logan.
So it seemed unlikely that they were going to be able to polish off the series in any remotely satisfying way-- but they did. Somehow the last episode managed to return the show to its noir theme of redemption, loyalty, and wrongdoing.
Keith finally crosses the line that Veronica has been (sometimes unwittingly) pushing him closer and closer to crossing, it turns out to have been the wrong thing to do, and the whole enterprise ends as it began-- with father and daughter on the outs with the town, but mysteriously unwilling to give it up entirely.
What else can you do? That's all the closure you get.
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