Elizabeth Willis Barrett……………….May 2015
On Sunday May 10th, with an expectation of separation anxiety, I DVRd the final episode of Revenge—the last of eighty-nine episodes played out in four seasons. That’s eighty-nine hours or almost a solid half week—-half a week of my life muddled in the revengeful Hampton drama of Emily and Victoria and all their cronies. Half a week that could have been used for practicing the ukulele, taking dinner to a new Mom or going to the gym. (Not that that would ever happen!) And it was delightful!
Because Sundays are quite busy and probably not the best day for blood and vengeance, I would usually watch that week’s episode on Monday. Rather, I always watched that episode on Monday. I couldn’t wait any longer to see what was going to happen. After Brad left the house for the Welcome Home Ranch or to meet with NAU interns, I’d fix myself something delicious like toast and peanut butter and strawberry freezer jam. Then I’d shut all the blinds, partly so I could see the TV screen better but mostly so any unanticipated visitor wouldn’t catch me in this guilty pleasure and assume that I watch murder and mayhem in all my free moments. Then I would watch without taking my eyes off the TV. I didn’t want to miss one word said by Nolan or one movement made by Margaux or any of the other characters who played their parts to perfection. Living in these times has a lot of perks and re-winding might be close to the top of the list.
I made an exception for the last Revenge episode since I waited till Tuesday to watch it so a group of friends could watch the finale together. The delay was hard but worth it. Having friends to share interest, insight and emotion just made the last Revenge chapter even better. Unlike the disappointing final episode of Lost, my last and only other marathon series except for the essential Downton Abbey, the writers of Revenge ended their extravaganza of retribution in a completely satisfying way and even added a touch of schmaltz. I loved it!
If time and family and other goals had no bearing on my life, I would start at the very beginning and watch the whole thing all over again while eating Flancer’s “It’s About Thyme” sandwiches and Paradise Bakery’s macadamia nut cookies. Now that would be a mega guilty pleasure!
And as long as I’m confessing to guilty pleasures, I could add that I love to read People magazines where I get my hair cut to see what the stars are wearing and doing. But I probably should just keep that to myself.