I don’t wanna wait
If you haven’t watched at least a few episodes of Dawson’s Creek feel free to skip this entry. I won’t hold it against you. (As long as you don’t hold it against me that I actually just spent two hours watching Dawson’s Creek in the first place.) Move along. Nothing to see here.
So, the final episode of the series aired tonight. Some of it was a little too self-referential. Not in a clever way, but in a “let me hit you over the head with a two-by-four of reconstituted ‘I can’t believe it’s not wit’” way. We’re five years into the future, and Dawson is now executive producer for a TV show based on his youth called The Creek, which airs Wednesday nights at 8. How cute. No, not really.
I’ve been watching Jack for a while now, to see where the writers take him—one of the few gay recurring characters on network television—and I thought it a little too convenient to have him hooked up with Doug, the only other gay character on the show, almost as if to say, “Hey, the two gay guys, of course they end up together,” regardless of any emotional connection between the two, which was absent in the episodes leading up to the finale. (Then again, the fictional town of Capeside isn’t exactly the Castro, so in a town that small I guess it could happen.)
But other than a few nitpicks, I admit to a certain feeling of loss, not the least of which is caused by Jen’s death. The commercials had made it all very mysterious and gimmicky (“One of these friends will die…”), but in the end it was handled pretty well, resulting in a minimum of eye-rolling on my part.
I actually found the finale kind of affecting. The show has had its ups and downs over the years—we have a love-hate relationship—but I’m sad it’s over.