I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAME: Last night's Office finale was, in some sense, the funhouse mirror version of Seinfeld's -- subtext was elevated to text, only instead of using it to undermine the show and rub the audience's noses in the awful behavior we been rewarding for years, last night went self-congratulatory and overt on the whole isn't-it-great-that-we-spent-so-much-time-in-such-a-mundane-place-celebrating-life's-small-successes thing. And then, of course (does this need to go below the fold? Well, to be safe ...)
the show decided to have its cake after telling us that you didn't really need cake after all, tossing aside Jim's declarations about how all the happiness he needed was with his wife and kids in Scranton by having Pam go switcheroo on us and after all that tsuris decides to move the family to Austin (and away from their extended families) anyway. Does The Office contradict itself? Very well, then it contradicts itself, It is large, and contains multitudes of episodes, but that choice didn't sit right with me.
The finale also may have leaned a bit too heavily on Andy Bernard stuff as well as boy-those-Schrute-customs-are-wacky, and been a bit too self-congratulatory (really: Greg Daniels in that group photo?), but all in all I was satisfied. Loose ends were tied; futures were foretold without anyone having to die; laughs were had; couples were reunited; really, other than finding out that three of Scott's Tots became a junkie, a bully, and a master assassin (let's not speak of the fourth), what else could you want? Creed explaining that Dunder-Mifflin is a place that they all made together so that they could find one another, and that the most important part of their lives was the time that each spent with these people in that office?