You're Killing Me, "Killing!"
Okay, I know I'm not the only person who had this experience. Watched the first season of The Killing. Loved the characters, the actors, the ambience. Got caught up in the story. Reached the last episode. Got so pissed off by the cheat that I vowed never to watch it again and to take the Mireille Enos mask off my inflatable companion... although maybe that's too much information.
Enough people seemed to feel this way that AMC canceled the show after the second season — then they rethought that decision when Netflix and DirecTV threatened to put it on instead. So they put on a third season. And I thought, "Oh, okay, I'm a gentle, peace-loving, forgiving guy. I can't hold a grudge forever."
So I watched the third season. And I loved the characters, the actors, the ambience. Got caught up in the story. Reached the last episode...
You're kidding me, right?
Let me say up front, there was a lot of good stuff all the way through. Strong writing. Great scenes. And I do think Enos is terrific as the troubled homicide detective. And beautiful, despite everything they do to try to make her look plain. And Joel Kinnaman, who plays her partner, turns in a performance of such depth and charm that he clearly deserves the same success here he had in his native Sweden. And kudos to Peter Sarsgaard for a powerful turn as a guy on death row.
That last episode though. Woof. Bad. Really bad. Contrived, unbelievable. It's one thing when the killer is "the last person you'd suspect," but another when it's the last person you'd suspect because he/she just wouldn't have done it! Also, it's truly annoying when one of the very few believable female cops on television suddenly starts acting like a ditzy girl in a sitcom, all flustered and irrational and governed by emotion, not like a cop at all, just so the writers can maneuver her into a suspenseful position. Plus if you're going to steal the end of a movie, try not to make it one of the most famous ends of a movie ever. The whole final episode felt like they'd written it in a hurry, not knowing the resolution until the last minute.
Look, it's a season-long mystery. We're watching to find out whodunnit. Great characters, great setting — all well and good — but you gotta deliver on that last show! I'm writing to AMC to ask that they return thirteen hours of my life. Not at the end either. I want them when I'm 27. It's only fair. The Killing is killing me.