Punching bag needs to be a T-Shirt.
To know that the person who made it made it - that’s a character arc fo’ yo’ behind.
I laughed harder then I may have the entire series run. I can pay the dialogue no greater compliment than to say that those are the kind of lines I’D write - the whole “Cookie Dough” thing was so hatched from my brain that I was actually speaking it aloud before it was spoken by the characters.
Majestic, it 'twas. I’m so happy it didn’t go the way I thought it would (I’ll explain later).
I sat with a few friends and tried not to weep in front of a few of them that wouldn’t have grasped the weep.
I love that visions of the massing army at the season’s beginning looking like the orc massing during the Last Alliance…
…tonight translated into this thing basically being a Budgetel version of the Last Alliance prologue from Fellowship.
And the visual effects were suprisingly good for TV - hell, having just seen Reloaded - I can say the Buffy effects were surprisingly good for FILM.
One of the neatest things about this episode was that the best moments didn’t belong to Buffy - and one of the best didn’t belong to anyone we’ve ever seen before. There’s a girl who steps up to to the plate, and her smile is just…fuck yeah.
It almost seems like Buffy’s in the show 'cause her name’s on it.
Her castmates have, in recent months, expressed guarded disappointment with Sarah David Caruso’s methods behind the scenes, and I must say that any show that can make me feel something for the dim-bulb bim that hitched it to Son of Chico deserves to be remembered forever.
I hope Sarah Michelle Gellar-Prinze realizes what she walked away from for a not-so-solid shot at the silver screen. Maybe after Harvard Man 2: The Quickening falls apart, she’ll know that this ensemble, this writing, this show - was what made her. Outside of Buffy and its writers and its talent - shes just one more blonde with anorexia.
I know it sounds bitter and mean, but having been in a position where I had much opportunity to be surrounded by just-shy-of-the-radar young Hollywood, I see these people whose dreams of stardom slow into just making a living acting - and they would KILL for a stage like Gellar’s - top notch talent in front of and behind the camera, whose job it is to protect you and make you look perfect.
And they so did. A perfect finale to a near-perfect run. I wish it could continue - and I imagine we’ll see Gellar or Hannigan or Head on the WB during sweeps - but it just won’t be the same.
Still, God Bless Joss - or Joss Bless Joss, as the case may be. He shot a great movie on a TV budget, served every one of his characters, and gave me seven years of television that inspired me as a writer and comforted me as a human.
Cookie dough…
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