article on sincerity, authenticity, and grief in the ny times, dissecting last night's six feet under. think what you will about how manipulated you may feel when you're crying (for the second week in a row) over a fictional person's death and for their fictional family's loss, but what i have always loved about that show is how it addresses universal questions and and fears without seeming preachy or overwhelmingly depressing; in fact, the true point of the show is that we don't and can't know the answers, so just try to be happy. plus the show can be really, really funny.
so there are two episodes left. i don't know how they could possibly, satisfyingly wrap the show up in two hours. i do know that i will be mega pissed if any of the show turns out to be a dream (which is why my mom stopped watching dallas in the 80s) or the figment of an autistic kid's imagination (which is how i believe the creators of saint elsewhere wrapped up their show - all of these characters and events and such were invented by rainman).
fantastic shout-out to kurt cobain last night.