... and I can say without hesitation this is the show of our moment. Watching this week's finale last night I was consumed by emotion - terror that this might be all we get if HBO doesn't renew it, awe at what Mike White's accomplished, anxiety from Amy's actions, not to mention elation and embarrassment and joy. This show moves me - it moves me in ten different directions at once but it never failed to reach its fingers inside of me and churn it up. It walks along the thinnest of threads, it wobbles one way or the other and I spend every minute wondering how it stays there, but it does - it totters beautifully, perfectly, with incomprehensible grace.
Laura Dern's glorious face is transmitting more through the television screen in every take then the medium should maybe even allow - it feels invasive, and affronting, and entirely encompassing. We understand Amy Jellicoe far better than we want to, and it's horrifying and lovely all at once - it's human. Monstrously human. And so attuned to this time in history, with such moving things to say about it. I adore this show. I need this show. The world is a better place for this show.
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I totally, totally agree. My boyfriend and I turn to each other at the end of each show and exchange a hushed "Whoa".
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