Yes its true, I finally finished the albatross hanging around my neck that is Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Everyone bitches that the last season (no. 7) is the worst but my god that is honestly my favorite season.
It’s kooky, sincere, lovely, banal, and above all else all out entertaining.
The beauty of the show is how Spike feels pain at the end, and realizes that that is his real soul. Yes, the red herring of the season was that Spike found his soul, when the reality was he didn’t find it until he had to sacrifice himself for someone he loved. It struck me like a lightning bolt seeing him feel that pain and joy at the same time…there’s something beautiful about experiencing everything life has to offer all at the same moment…probably like childbirth or something.
And damn did Buffy look beautiful when she told Spike she loved him. Sarah Michelle Gellar gave one hell of a performance in that moment, all expressed in her eyes and facial features. It honestly should have won Gellar an Emmy (I would take a Golden Globe tho).
The real joy of finishing this show tho was the fact that I’ve been watching it since 2011, and in many ways have grown up watching it the right way it was supposed to be watched. I think there is a certain poetry in watching something the right way it is supposed to be watch, rather than binge watching it in one night and getting full of mindless entertainment
And honestly, I feel relieved. I’ll miss this show, but at least we’ll always have the comic books now.
And down the rabbit hole I go.