Along with anyone else who has stuck with The Missing, I am hoping the final episode tomorrow might finally shed some light on the various strands of the story that have had us all watching the credits each week going “Eh?”.
Fortunately, as with many dramas, a total lack of comprehension on my part does not interfere at all with my enjoyment.
I can happily follow an entire series without grasping any nuances whatsoever – let alone whodunnit – and still appreciate the acting and all the plot twists (which of course leave me even more flummoxed).
My pride is not dented in the slightest by being too dim to follow popular culture but I have been highly amused by the many viewers expending time and energy posting theories and questions on the possible outcomes of the mystery.
Really? Is it that important? If I’m still none the wiser after the finale, I won’t be joining any online forum. I shall move on. In blissful ignorance.
It is probably just as well. The other series I’ve been watching compulsively is The Crown and that is rather too easy to understand – mainly because we remember many of the events from when they really happened.
However, it is so accessible that I’m beginning to find the lines between fiction and reality blurring quite alarmingly.
I’ve been mildly confused lately by seeing pictures in the news of royals without a cigarette in their hand. I’ve become so used to the chain-smoking monarchy in The Crown that they don’t look quite regal enough when they’ve not lit up. I think there may even be more smoking than in Mad Men.
I felt quite guilty after binge-watching the first three episodes in one go until a friend admitted they’d watched nine in one mammoth weekend sitting.
Proper hard-core.