Another thing worth noting. I watched 4.22 the day before yesterday. The end, as in 'The' End. Though of course we know it isn't the end, and it ended with a 'To Be Continued', as it should, although the impression of open-endedness was disturbed a bit by Ben's voice-over: 'and *finally* on Farscape'. (At which I started crying, btw, thus making Bad Timing the first FS ep ever which reduced me to tears even at the very beginning.)
I don't want to write about it, really. I don't want to think about it. The ending is Farscape, perfectly, maddeningly Farscape, and I suspect that as a season ending it would have delighted me. As the end of the series it feels far too final for comfort, though. Final, and ultimately very absurd, which is, of course, more fitting than an ending with a sense of fulfilled purpose could ever have been. It left me feeling empty. Drained. And that's all I want to write about it, at the moment, and maybe ever. Except this:
Chiana: When will you give up?
John: I won't.
Chiana: You have to give up sometime.
John: No, I don't.
And:
"It's not what you know. It's what you hope for."
And:
"Hope, D'Argo. It's what keeps you going. You're gonna see you're son. I'm gonna go home. Hope. I got hope, or I got nothing."
Don't worry. I'm not going to give up. I just sent a bra to Bonnie Hammer.
*eg*
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