Happy trails, to you.
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orange_crushedIt's not that I'm sitting here, listening to Ashes to Ashes over and over and tearing up. Noooo.
I can't really believe it's over, yet. I was incredibly satisfied with the way things ended- moved and stunned and satisfied- but I am not done loving these characters yet. Their stories had closure, meaningful closure, and for that I'm so grateful. But-
Alex.
I love Gene, and everybody loves Gene, but this journey was all about Alex for me. I love her so fiercely. She was complex and stubborn and smart and flawed and sarcastic and romantic at heart; she was real. She was a female character who was allowed to have layers, to be prickly and kind and moody and interesting like a living person. She got angry and she fell in love and she missed her daughter and she adjusted and she wanted the truth. For that, for everything, I love and admire her. Not to mention, Keeley Hawes rocked the shit out of this character at every turn. I can't watch the series one finale without breaking into goosebumps or bawling like a baby, mostly both.
The female characters in general on this show were so fucking fantastic. Shaz, wonderful Shaz, with such a kind heart but such a ferocious sense of right and wrong, of the real unfairness of the world. She was so perceptive. And Alex's mother, a moral crusader who had her own vices. A career woman, a force to be reckoned with, but who loved her daughter so much, trying so hard not to compromise herself.
And Gene, of course. The cowboy. But cowboy stories are so often sad or bittersweet, because we know the horizon has an ending, that the long trail is a lonely one. I love Gene on his own, but it's his partnership with Alex that was my favorite thing- they truly made each other better, challenged each other, brought out the best, the worst, the most honest sides. I love them best when they are standing side by side. Perfect equals, still learning something new from one another. Still changing.
Chris, Ray. Oh, boys. This show never forgot its characters, never stuck them in the chorus and made them unimportant, set dressing, background noise. You really got to fall in love with all of them on their own merits, for their own weaknesses and triumphs.
Oh, this show.
Oh, Alex.
I'll miss you most of all.
I can't really believe it's over, yet. I was incredibly satisfied with the way things ended- moved and stunned and satisfied- but I am not done loving these characters yet. Their stories had closure, meaningful closure, and for that I'm so grateful. But-
Alex.
I love Gene, and everybody loves Gene, but this journey was all about Alex for me. I love her so fiercely. She was complex and stubborn and smart and flawed and sarcastic and romantic at heart; she was real. She was a female character who was allowed to have layers, to be prickly and kind and moody and interesting like a living person. She got angry and she fell in love and she missed her daughter and she adjusted and she wanted the truth. For that, for everything, I love and admire her. Not to mention, Keeley Hawes rocked the shit out of this character at every turn. I can't watch the series one finale without breaking into goosebumps or bawling like a baby, mostly both.
The female characters in general on this show were so fucking fantastic. Shaz, wonderful Shaz, with such a kind heart but such a ferocious sense of right and wrong, of the real unfairness of the world. She was so perceptive. And Alex's mother, a moral crusader who had her own vices. A career woman, a force to be reckoned with, but who loved her daughter so much, trying so hard not to compromise herself.
And Gene, of course. The cowboy. But cowboy stories are so often sad or bittersweet, because we know the horizon has an ending, that the long trail is a lonely one. I love Gene on his own, but it's his partnership with Alex that was my favorite thing- they truly made each other better, challenged each other, brought out the best, the worst, the most honest sides. I love them best when they are standing side by side. Perfect equals, still learning something new from one another. Still changing.
Chris, Ray. Oh, boys. This show never forgot its characters, never stuck them in the chorus and made them unimportant, set dressing, background noise. You really got to fall in love with all of them on their own merits, for their own weaknesses and triumphs.
Oh, this show.
Oh, Alex.
I'll miss you most of all.
