I tried, believe me. My wife loves time-travel (Quantum Leap and Back to the Future being the most prominent), so we tuned in eagerly to watch when you debuted in the fall. Even after word of your cancellation came down, we remained excited that at least the big mystery of how and why Sam went back in time would be answered.
At this point though, I could care less. It's going to feel more like an after-thought to the show, something I think of right after Michael Imperioli's righteous hair/'stache combo, and the underwhelming return of Lisa Bonet (and Gretchen Mol, for that matter).
Around the time that you slot-switched to Wednesdays, you seem to have abandoned focus. The last three episodes or so have been especially strange. I swear, even Lost is not this confusing, with the moving island/time travel/smoke monster thing taken into account. I had to actually rewatch the first 10 minutes of the last episode just to figure out what the hell was going on. And ultimately, it was not worth my 20 minutes.
I'll be sad to see you go, since Jason O'Mara is a pretty talented guy, and the rest of the ensemble is strong as well, but I just find myself feeling empty about the whole thing. If love's opposite is indifference, then I'm afraid we're as far from being in love as can be.
I'll tune in for your final episode, but more out of my stupid sense of obligation to see the series through to the end than because I'm still engaged. Perhaps this send-off will be just what the doctor ordered, and will serve up a helping of what the show always promised to be, but I'm afraid it'll be too late for me by then. As regards this show, I'm already terminal.
Flatlining,
Patrick James
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