Evagation

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Acting like a baby.

Tonight is the last episode of Gilmore Girls EVER.

Devin's being incredibly sweet about it, especially yesterday, when he came home and I was crying.

Yup. Crying. Like a baby. Devin just wrapped me up in a big hug and said, very softly, "This is about Gilmore Girls, isn't it?" But he was being very nice.

"Yes." Sob. "I'm an idiot." Sob. "But I just started thinking about Tuesday nights and how I always watch House after Gilmore because Gilmore is so much fun, and House is so insane. How will I be able to watch House without Gilmore Girls?"

Which is when Devin realized that I had truly gone completely insane. He was especially pleased when I started sobbing about how Gilmore had taken the Buffy slot when Joss moved Buffy to UPN and that I've been watching a show on The WB/CW on Tuesday nights, at 8:00pm since 1997.

THEN I started sobbing about how I still have no clue where my paperback Harry Potter books are, and that I need to be reading Sorcerer's Stone soon if I'm going to be able to read all six books before the final one comes out in July.

Which, of course, turned into me sobbing about the end of Harry Potter and how the hell was I going to survive THAT? Because there will be some serious melting down over here if JK Rowling kills any of the Weasleys. Except for Percy. She can totally kill Percy Weasley but absolutely no other Weasley.

At this point, Devin was just trying to get me to stop crying. Since it had perhaps gotten a bit out of control. (Although I still think that it was totally understandable why I was crying because this is turning into the worst summer EVER.)

Once I calmed down, we treated ourselves to a nice dinner in one of our favorite restaurants (we're trying to save money but we both decided that getting me out of the house last night, so I wouldn't start watching my saved episodes of what is now the final season of Gilmore Girls and start crying about it all over again was worth spending a bit of money).

Then we went and saw "Spiderman 3" for the second time. (Yes. Second time.) We saw it opening weekend, early Saturday morning, so the theater wasn't packed but there were still way too many little kids there for us to really enjoy it. They got bored long before Eddie Brock became Venom.

(The next morning. Can't remember why I stopped writing the entry. Probably because all things Gilmore makes me want to cry. Or actually does make me cry. And I'm not even PMS'ing or pregnant, so I can't blame it on hormones. Even though I'm female, so I could still blame it on hormones if I wanted to because sometimes females don't make no sense.)

So. "Spiderman 3" was actually more enjoyable the first time. Simply for the obvious reason that it was brand-new and we didn't know what was going to happen next. The first two movies were still good after multiple viewings but this one rather sucked a bit the second time around (for me, Devin thinks it was just fine). Because Mary Jane Watson is a freakin' bitch. I tried to tell Devin how bitchy she was after we saw it the first time but he didn't believe me. So, the second time around, I kindly pointed out to him every time she did something bitchy by saying "Bitch!"

I'm nothing if not helpful. My favorite part of the movie the second time around was one of the ads that they ran before the previews. It was from the Tulare County Department Of Health urging all young people to get tested for HIV because many people who have the virus don't know that they have it.

Finally. It's only been 26 years since the first recorded case of GRID (gay-related immune deficiency, which is what they called AIDS until 1982) but finally our county is urging people to get tested for HIV. I seriously applauded the screen and yelled, "YES!" when that ad came on. Since at least they're finally getting their act together about it (yes, they are a few decades late but since I thought this was never going to happen, I'm feeling pleasantly surprised... now I want to see some stats about how HIV is affecting Tulare County but that will probably take a few more years).

And to abruptly change subjects: Gilmore Girls last night totally made me cry. A lot. It was rather pathetic. I seriously started bawling when they ran the theme song because they aren't going to be with me anymore when I need them, so Carole King and her daughter Louise Goffin were totally lying to me.

So, I think crying because I felt that "Where You Lead I Will Follow" was lying to me probably means that I have lost my mind. When Devin heard the music signaling the end of the show (and series, SNIFF) he came out and very sweetly asked me how I was doing.

"I'm crying. It was just so... PERFECT. Well, almost perfect. There was no Sebastian Bach, which makes me a bit mad."

"Because you wanted Sebastian Bach to sing?" Which made me laugh.

"No! Because he's a member of Lane's band Hep Alien! I just wanted him there. But they got almost everyone else so it's okay."

It really was a fantastic series finale. From the beginning, it was very clear why they chose this as the end of the series. Rory had graduated from Yale and was leaving on her first big job (as a reporter with the Barack Obama campaign, of all things) and the damn episode was called "Bon Voyage" for goodness sakes. So the entire cast getting together to say goodbye to Rory was obviously a huge metaphor for saying goodbye to this wonderful show. It was a very heavy-handed metaphor but I rather liked that because heavy-handed meant that this was really the end. If they hadn't given me a hugely emotional episode, with a lot of tearful goodbyes, then I would have been freaking' pissed. Because ending something like Gilmore Girls is different than ending Seinfeld. Gilmore fans expect to be bashed over the head by obvious metaphors because that's part of the show.

And I'm seriously going to miss Kelly Bishop and Edward Herrmann. I have loved them both for far longer than I've been watching Gilmore Girls and I was so pleased to see them on this show. ("Dirty Dancing" and "Overboard" were two of my favorite movies growing up. Although apparently the entire world hates "Overboard," I thought it was absolutely hilarious when I was eight years old.)

So. After over a decade of watching a show on The WB/CW on Tuesday nights at 8:00 pm, I now have nothing to watch. It's probably the heavy-handed Gilmore metaphors talking but this honestly feels like the end of a very long era of my life.

Which probably means that I need to grow up. Except. I rather like knowing that I can still become emotionally invested in a fictional story. I've never been ashamed of crying at the end of a movie, even if I was the only person in the theater sobbing. Or of giving a movie a standing ovation, even though it's a movie theater, and not an actual theatre. The first time I stood and clapped for a movie was when I saw "Apollo 13," the last time I stood and clapped for a movie was two weeks ago, when I saw "Dirty Dancing" on the big screen (I wasn't kidding when I said that I love that movie).

The last time I cried at the end of a movie was when I saw "Stranger Than Fiction." I sobbed my way through that ending because it was beautiful and good lord, do I love that movie.

Every time I read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire I cry over Cedric's death. Which actually makes it difficult when I see the Harry Potter movies because I already know who is going to die (Goblet kicked off the dying motif in the series), so I actually cry when that person simply appears for the first time in the movie because I know what's going to happen to them.

The Order of the Phoenix movie is going to be very emotional for me. JK Rowling is an incredible writer because she doesn't give the fans what we want--a nice, happy story about a bunch of wizards (reminiscent of the first book in the series) and instead gives us heart-breaking tales of death and redemption. Devin can attest to the fact that I went absolutely bonkers when I finished reading The Half-Blood Prince. I was crying so much that I couldn't even get enough breath to tell Devin WHY I was crying. I'm still hoping that the character she killed at the end of Half-Blood Prince isn't really dead because if he is really dead, then JK Rowling was serious when she said that all bets are off, and that many characters could die in the last book. Including Harry.

Just thinking about that is making me sad. So, I suppose I'm glad that I am able to feel so much for people that aren't even real. Even if it means making a damn fool out of myself when a favorite show of mine goes off the air.

Posted by Katie. on Tuesday, May 15, 2007 at 10:58 AM | Permalink | 6 comments | links to this post   

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