DEATH, BE NOT PROUD, BUT ACTUALLY, KINDA AMUSING: While our good friend Ann Althouse has been all over it, we haven't said much about this final season of Six Feet Under. Yes, the last couple of seasons were something of a mess. Remember "Nate's dead, but only in one of millions of possible universes?" Or "Nate's wife may, in fact, have been sleeping with a relative?" Or "David smokes crack and gets beaten/carjacked?" Or "Ruth is oddly attracted to the undertaking intern?" (OK, that last one was pretty brilliant.)
But this season? Yeah, just good stuff all around. David and Keith's adoption plotline, featuring a bizarre fantasy musical sequence? Check. Claire going to work in a nightmare cubicle farm, featuring her in a production number about pantyhose titled "You Ride Up My Thighs?" Check. Ruth becoming all the more screwed up while dealing with crazy George and horny Ed Begley, Jr.? Check. Bizarre flashback sequence involving Michael C. Hall looking frighteningly like Shaggy from "Scooby Doo?" Check. Nate getting it on with his ex-stepsister? Check. (OK, the Rico/Vanessa plotline is rather interminable, but we can't have everything, now can we?)
But one word summarizes the brilliance of the season thus far. "NARM!" For those of you who gave it up in one of the endless strips of moroseness and poo that plagued the last couple of seasons, it's time to come back.
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