Cried for two hours.
Only the gentle are ever really strong.
I watched the finale last night and have a strong feeling that this is going to be one of the most forgettable seasons. The sense of place was good, but the story just didn't do it for me. I echo Heather's thoughts in that I wish they'd get back to the essence (and true horror) of seasons 1 and 2.
A NEW GAME BEGINS
It probably will. It's my favorite so far. I can't stop thinking about it.
By the way, I know this season is not going to be many people's favorites. I have personal reasons for admiring it so much. It felt like a walk through my life. I was born a few years before AIDS started here. I am of a generation of queers that grew up knowing that gay=AIDS=Dead=You deserved it. By 1990 I hadn't even seen any out people on TV unless they were freaks on day time talk shows. I also know a lot about serial killers because a lot of serial killers killed not only a lot of woman but a lot of gay men as well that the police did not give two shits about, Dahmer was right around 91. And to see deeply flawed gay characters face their shit and in some cases receive redemption, I mean I am getting emotional thinking about it now but that's cool.
Also, Kraftwerk, saw them live, love that the last segment was a music video centered around that song. It gave it a new heart and meaning to me.