So, The Leftovers just ended and I feel like a hollow shell of myself.
The finale brimmed over the edge with symbolic imagery. While Nora’s arc came to a fairly straight-forward end, there’s much more to discern under the surface. Floods, doves, beads, and goats – what does it all mean?
When THE LEFTOVERS started, I was certain we’d never see an ending. Nobody would watch this depressing, spiral of a slice’o’life. Like 1% of the world in the first episode, it would depart without getting a final word in.
CARNIVALE had me kind of bitter.
But here we are. A final season! 8 episodes of glorious (and potentially apocalyptic) angst!
When news first hit that Buffy would officially continue with season eight in comic book form, I, well… hit the roof. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been much of a comic book reader. But more Buffy? Real Buffy? Like canon, with the original writers and everything? And this time with no budget constraints? Still my heart! I can’t breathe! I’m even willing to read comic books for this.
I preordered my issues the moment they became available. A marathon of the seventh season held me over as I counted down the days. But when The Long Way Home arrived, boarded and wrapped, I couldn’t open it. Faced with Jo Chen’s gorgeous cover art of Buffy, confident and indomitable with the words JOSS WHEDON printed above her head, I got cold feet.
What if it wasn’t that good? Actually, what if it was terrible?