Can you believe it’s been five years since I Just Hate Everything was birthed?
And I’m five years older, but not at all wiser.
I suppose that’s to be expected when I mostly watch CW shows.
I won’t hyperbolise and tell you that this is the most gut-wrenching, tear-jerking, ethereal, gift-from-the-Gods finale in history. Because it’s not.
But even when Vera Farmiga was literally inhaling the scenery, Bates Motel wasn’t about being the biggest.
No. Bates Motel dies as it lived. True. And confident. And honest.
It was worth the wait.