A Belated "L Word" finale rant

Okay, the rant isn't belated. I just watched the series finale of the "L Word".

Consistently within my blog writings I have noted how writing makes a tv series fantastic. I have waxed on and off at how "The Wire" was the best drama series ever made for tv because of the impeccable writing.

Well, I never watched "The Soprano's" saga, but I have seen many a series finales: "Mad About You," "Cheers," "Seinfeld," "NYPD Blue," "Six Feet Under," "The Wire," etc, etc, etc.

And one revolving theme throughout most of these finales: They usually suck big potatoes (Dan Quayle take notice, THAT'S when you ad the 'e'). For some reason, writers have issues killing their babies in a humane way.

They have this sick compulsion to drag their shows through the worst mud you can possibly imagine.

In humanity, people need closure. For some reason, most series finales fail miserably at this simple task. "Six Feet Under" may have been the best finale ever. They had closure. This doesn't mean the main characters all have to die to get this closure.

However, you can't leave essential plot lines you so painfully setup and developed to hang in the wind.

The "L Word" finale did exactly that. Not only did the writers totally fuck the finale, they fucked the entire last season. Brutal.