I am, of course, talking about TV shows that leave you hanging. They are the entertainment world's equivalent of the boy that won't call, and I've had enough with them. I devote an hour of my time to roughly 40 minutes of reward (thanks commercials), and for what? Being left without answers? Left to stew over what happened? No more!
I'm looking at you, The Killing. I trusted that you would make good on what you promised. After three and a half months, I thought that we meant something to each other. You said you would reveal Rosie Larsen's murderer. Anxious to know the truth, I watched the season finale live (something I never do because I am spoiled by my DVR), only to be abandoned not only with no answers but with suspicions about my favorite character, sassy Stephen Holder. Why would you do that to me?
This isn't the first time I've gotten involved with an unavailable show. The one that really broke my heart was Lost. Oh cruel world, that program left me with so many questions I can't even count them. What is the Island? Who are the Others? Why the Dharma Initiative? What's up with the polar bears? I was glued anxiously to the tube for the final season, ready to get some answers. But, alas, I got none of that.
I think it's time to break the cycle. Time to stop the madness and any other cliche I can think of and break up with these shows for good. Eleanor Roosevelt said (check out this extrapolation via paraphrasing) that no one can make you feel inferior without your consent; I think if she had watched Lost, she would feel the same way. From now on, I'm watching programming strictly on ABC Family. Unless, Pretty Little Liars throws all the characters on a plane crash on a deserted island. Then, I might as well wait and see who killed Rosie Larsen.
image via
