And Just Like That..., The End Was Even Worse Than We Feared

A stunning achievement in series-ending (non-complimentary).

HBO: Okay, folks, what’ve we got for the finale?

Writers: Well, we think—

Michael Patrick King: Nope.

Writers: What about—

MPK: Nope.

Writers: Themes of…

MPK: Nope.

Writers: … togetherness, and…

MPK: Poop.

HBO: Togetherness and poop?

MPK: No, just poop.

Writers: And some togetherness.

MPK. Of course. Poop, together with urine. Obviously. We’re not savages.

HBO: Whatever. We certainly don’t give a shit.

Honestly, on some level, I have to hand it to Michael Patrick King. He sank this ship with gusto. This may have been one of the worst episodes of television I’ve ever seen. Series finale, season finale, no matter; as a concept of a plan, to air at any point in space and time, it was lousy, but I am shocked he actually wanted people to think he wrote this with intention, space, and foreknowledge. Because if he did, it’s inexcusable, and frankly disrespectful to the source material, the original series, the remaining loyal audience, the actors, and pretty much anyone with eyeballs. In trying to save f…