377 days - Blog #85, a pout about Homeland

I’m not going to lie.  I spent all my creative energy and emotion tonight watching the last three episodes of Homeland’s season three.

Bleh.

(Warning.  Do not read the next few paragraphs if you are not presently at that point with Homeland or watch things a year behind like me.) 

Now, I stupidly opened up an article a month or so ago about major characters who were killed off of a series.  I think that was just after I got sucker punched by the major plot twist of The Good Wife (another spoiler I kind of knew about but decided to write it in my head so I in no way expected to cry all night long about the untimely exit of the grown up version of Knox Overstreet).  Anyway, I found out about Brody before I even started season three (because I still wait for the DVDs through Netflix a year after the season ends).  I vaguely remember some press from when it started last year, stating how there wasn’t as much of Brody in season three.  Maybe that accounts for my patience between when I finished season two a year ago and now.

Because, you see, that’s why I watched this show in the first place.  Yes, the writing grabbed me once I actually turned on the episode. The acting compelled me.  But, mostly I am a total fan girl.  Damian Lewis remains my primary interest.

I do have a weakness for gingers with a British accent.  Even though he will always be Major Dick Winters to me, whom I would watch every Friday night that September in London to help me feel a little bit of American something.  Yeah, he was icky, jerky Soames Forsythe.  But then he was Benedick.

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All right I know that is kind of absurd.  But tonight, I am grieving the loss of the opportunity to see him in this show.  And also, a bit of a petty disappointment in his denouement.  Maybe because it was just so… slow after such intensity at the start.  Because it cast aside the brilliant relationships his character had with family and wrote them into a corner all to highlight the star and now producer of the show.  

I don’t dislike it.  I’m just pouting.  And I think I’ll be okay with waiting another year for the next season.  I mean, it’s not like I have a book to write in November or anything.