YOUR FAITH WAS STRONG, BUT YOU NEEDED PROOF: I love The O.C., and the O.C. loves the Seger.
I didn't get into the show until 2/3 through the season, but, damn, that's some fine-tasting candy. Just a great prime-time soap, one that that treated its teen plots and adult plots with equal care and infused the whole enterprise with great characters, real emotion and rare intelligence. It allowed you to ignore the fact that most of the "high school students" looked at least 25 -- certainly, at a minimum, older than Steve Sanders looked throughout the first six seasons of 90210.
But, especially, kudos to honcho Josh Schwartz for the finale. Plenty of shows have ended their seasons with characters in peril, but I can't think of any that left every single character feeling sad, lonely and stuck, taking away from each of them a connection held dear.
And then, add on top of that Jeff Buckley's cover of "Hallelujah", the one song guaranteed to provoke an emotional reaction from every Gen-Xer (that and Nirvana's "Where Did You Sleep Last Night?", right?), and you've got A+ television.
Someone tell me why they're not airing reruns all summer long. (I mean, I understand the whole concept that cable and the success of the original Survivor destroyed traditional notions as to what the summer tv schedule could look like, but, c'mon, please?)