The Royal Pains series finale was exactly that, and it left me with just one thing to say: put your hands down again, patriots.
I take it all back. I saluted USA too soon. All hands on hips.
“At ease” is the official command for ceasing military gestures, sure, but the last minute of the last episode of Royal Pains, un-ease bordering on dis-ease was my dominant feeling. The unofficial gesture I made in reaction only needed one finger, not four.
SMH. I must have been an idiot, hailing a television network as a leader in diversity in its depictions of my fellow Americans: Single people.
Nope, USA Network, the writers, the producers, whoever, just could not resist a trip to Cliché Island.
They did what Hollywood always does: substitute societal expectations for creativity. Instead of depicting Dr. Hank Lawson as the happy man on his own he proclaimed himself to be just a week earlier, they caved in to cultural biases, or just gave up trying, and settled for a biased, boring finale.
Which means they made Hank settle, too. They tied up his story by tying him down. Who saw that coming? To be honest, not me.