Two things.
1. I not only don’t mind spoilers, I kinda prefer them.
I don’t know when this happened, when I began to prefer to know how things work out rather than just waiting to find out, but now I do.
There’s more to this than that, but, for now, this’ll do.
2. I’ve been watching and more-or-less-enjoying Fringe.
I got interested in Fringe maybe a year ago, when I’d see teasers for the latest episode on Hulu. At first, I ignored it, then I thought, Huh, that might be interesting, as I flicked past, then thought, Huh, if that shows up on Netflix, I think I’ll give ‘er a go.
It showed up on Netflix. I’m giving ‘er a go.
And while I did do a bit of skim-spoiling of the show on Wikipedia, I decided to, y’know, actually watch the show to find out what happens.
There are some things I like about it and some things which are quite ridiculous (even for the grim sci-fi/conspiracy subgenre in which it exists), but I mostly like it. I liked X-Files before it went off the rails, and Fringe clearly owes a great deal to pre-derailed X.
I also thought, prior to tonight, that while it is in many ways a more sophisticated show than X-Files, it is a lesser one.
And then the last scene of the episode. I was not expecting it. I think I stopped breathing for a moment or two.
I don’t know why, I can think of so many reasons why it shouldn’t have stopped me, but stop me it did.
I won’t spoil it for you; I was glad I hadn’t spoiled it for myself.
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