In a week of good episodes, with nearly all the shows building towards a season (and possibly series) finale, I would be remiss if I didn’t single out Supernatural. Not just because it’s my favorite tv show, but because “Swan Song” was not only the season finale, it was the climax to a five-year story arc; and indeed, creator Eric Kripke’s personal swan song.
When you have a show as consistently good as Supernatural, and the ending of a 5-year saga of two young men caught in the middle of a battle between heaven and hell (not to mention destiny vs. free will), anticipation is bound to run high. And the odds of falling short of expectations are great.
I can’t say that “Swan Song” disappointed, but then I didn’t have grand expectations either. In the past couple months, my passion for the show has been waning. Perhaps it’s because I was growing tired of the apocalypse and just wanted it over. Or perhaps it’s because I know Eric Kripke’s involvement with the show is ending and I worry the show may have outlived its time. Or it may be that my real life is interfering.
I’ve watched the episode three times now. While I wasn’t necessarily moved to tears, I was moved. I nearly jumped out of my skin when Castiel exploded and Bobby’s neck snapped. And watching Dean become part of a family, knowing Sam was gone forever, was incredibly sorrowful. In that respect, I could see Sandy’s desire to completely rid herself of her attachment to the series.
Suzanne loved the episode. Well, loved it from the standpoint that it pulled her in, hugged her tight, and ripped her heart out. I’ll be eagerly awaiting her write-up at Damsel Undistressed. (Although I see she’s a couple episodes behind the curve. That’s ok. I understand. It’s not like I’m timely or anything.) 🙂
Natalie, too, loved the episode. I first “met” Natalie when she loved an episode I didn’t care for. “Heart” I believe. (Well, that and the adorable kitty in her LJ user pic.) One of the things that pleases me greatly about this show is how happy I am when I find people who loved an episode I didn’t care for. Not that I “didn’t care for” this episode. I did like it. It just probably won’t be rank up there with my favorites.
Like just about everyone, I loved how the Impala, and the boys’ emotional connection with her, framed the episode. She is, after all, the third character. (Yes, even above Castiel, in my book.)
So, how do I interpret the ending, with Sam watching Dean in his new life with Lisa and Ben? Is it Sam? Is it Lucifer? If it’s only Sam, why did the streetlight explode? I can answer all these questions. It is Sam. Because if God could put Castiel back together (again), and via Cass, heal Dean’s broken face and Bobby’s broken neck (not to mention keep him out of the wheelchair), why couldn’t he extract Sam from Lucifer’s cage? All it would cost is one exploding streetlight.