So Buffy is done. Not just done, but done-done; a very different and more final state of doneness that many of my past projectmates were fond of using around status-time.
(Spoilers ahead, read at own risk)
I’d have to say the last episode was good, but waaay too rushed. I can’t believe they didn’t do a two-hour finale. Some scenes — in particular the death of one character — just flashed by in a blur, and it was only later that you realized “oh, yeah; that was it.”
But anyway. It was a great run, and I think it was indeed time to bring it to a graceful close. And I’m looking forward to Angel’s next season (it has been renewed, I hear, and with James Marsters onboard — which is doubly confusing given last night’s Buffy)…
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