The O.C. #409: "The My Two Dads"
Hercules resorted to conniving ways in an attempt to reconnect with his brooding son; Chris Brown taught naughty Kaitlin a lesson and Pancakes was threatened with ending up in a quesadilla. The O.C. was back in top form last night.
Since the fourth season began two months ago, I had anticipated the inevitable end, living in denial, thinking there might still be hope if only those hideous ratings went up a notch or two.
Now that we know the sun will set in the O.C. forever (as FOX PR people put it so gently), I couldn't help but think the entire hour how brilliant this bubbly drama has become again and what travesty it is that it gets canned at its creative high.
Yes, Frank's lie was predictable; no, Chris Brown will not win an Emmy for that supporting role; and just because Kaitlin threw in the word 'metaphor' it did not make me find her book analysis profound, as the writers asked us to.
But when comic-relief guru Seth signaled Ryan the waiter to harry up with that order of carrots for him and Pancakes, or when Summer tried to teach Julie Cooper how to properly say "chhh", I knew why I fell in love with "The O.C." in the first place.
After seeing next week's previews my feelings are mixed, though. I can't wait to see what's written on page 47, and yet it breaks my heart the series finale will be a week closer.