24 Season Finale

I hate to say it, but I'm handing in my CTU blogger ID card tonight.

This season of 24 kind of reminds me of that old joke whose punchline is, "I'm sorry, you don't undertsand: Chunks is my dog." It's hard to say whether this season was worse than drunken fellatio performed on a canine---it's too jiggity to even pose the question. But it certainly hasn't been entertaining tee-vee.

Dave Barry summarizes the season wrapup succinctly:

During the actual show, we loyal viewers are hoping that the writers at last answer the key questions regarding the plot, namely:

1. What is the plot?

2. There are writers?

3. How much do they make?

4. What will be the the "cliffhanger" ending that sets us up for next season?

5. Will it involve either China or Audrey?

6. If so, where can we get some cyanide?.

My feelings going in hover between "whatever" and "I wonder what Law & Order repeat is on TNT." I hate to say it, but I'm going to transfer my fanboy obssessive loyalty to either The Sarah Connor Chronicles or, dare I say it, Battlestar Galactica.

I wrote about it back in January, but I think 24 shot the bolt after the nuke went off at 9:59: it was kind of the evil terrorist version of Jim and Pam, Sam and Diane, or Maggie and Fleischman: once the love affair (in the case, between the terrorist scumbags and mass death) was consumated, the dramatic tension of the show is released, and it's all down hill from there. The rest of the season might as well have featured the return of long lost cousin Oliver (in the form of Ricky Schroeder) to be officially DOA.