I'm television-less... Well almost

It is that time of the year again. All the big television serials are shutting down for the summer, or for good.

(Reasonably unspoilery Alias banter follows)

This of course means goodbye to the Bristows. Opinions are mixed on the finale. I found it a little bit slap-dash in a very generic, let's tie everything up kind of way. Granted, the season was cut short by around five episodes but I have (had) pretty much lost faith that, without Abrams, the production team could pull all the convoluted plot threads into any cohesive and satisfying finale.

Sure, they brought back many a face from the past but they gave them little or nothing to do. Ultimately, the grand master plan was rather piss weak and left many of the aforementioned threads dangling in the breeze. To their credit, many of the characters received some poignant moments and did their best with them, but top notch acting by well loved characters couldn't save the under dramatised, Alias-shaped cookie cutter senarios that they were forced to intensely run through.

Does anybody die? It's Alias, everybody dies. But they will be back for the feature film, somehow.

On other channels: Veronica Mars finished up with a bang, Prison Break has run off, Lost has wrapped itself up in an even tighter enigma than ever, and the doctor is no longer in the House. What is left to watch???

Footballers' Wive$. Five seasons of trashy, campy, nudey, melodramatic goodness.


God bless Britain!


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