Six Feet Under: Death, Life, and everything in between Jun23 '06
Last night I finished the last disc of Six Feet Under - the very last episode of the show.
Five seasons. So many highs, lows, happiness, sadness - I enjoyed every second of this series, and I doubt I will find anything as "complete" as it again.
I started watching Season 1 of Six Feet Under about a year ago. So it’s taken me just that much time to get through five seasons, which is really good. If it wasn’t for Netflix, I would never have been able to do so.
This series has opened my eyes to so much. The acting and directing were the best I’ve seen in any T.V. series - and every episode was seemingly better than the last.
Alan Ball, the writer of perhaps the best movie of my lifetime, American Beauty, created Six Feet Under, and brought the same depth, individualism, and suffering to the show.
From 2001-2005, viewers embraced everything Six Feet Under had to offer - with open hearts.
Six Feet Under presents us with the subject of death like no other show ever has. It invites us to embrace death - as a celebration of life - not the painful ending, that no one should ever talk about. No, we need to talk about death. We need to open up to it.
It’s characters explore the meanings of death in their everyday lives, and their purpose as family, friends, and loved ones.
The acting is top-notch. Patricia Clarkson, Kathy Bates, Mena Suvari - all very strong female actresses, who surrounded the main cast, consisting of some very great actors as well - some of whom I’ve never known about, and would like to see more of.
Although he wasn’t "officially" the main character, the role played by Peter Krause (Nate Fisher) was the best there was.
His sense of individualism, purpose, and love really shined above all else. He was a strong presense on the show, and I liked his character more than anyone’s.
The last episode of Six Feet Under was probably the best hour of T.V. I’ve ever watched. And the last five minutes - uncontrollable joy, passion, fear, pain, sadness - all swarm through me. I could not believe what I was seeing. It was like my whole life (up until this point) - flashing in front of me - all the joy, all the pain - everything I’ve went through - all made insignificant by the sheer power of death.
But death wasn’t scary. Death was a celebration. It was everything.
The song, I don’t know the name of it yet, but I will soon.
Very powerful show, and I’m very sad to see it end.
But as the show teaches us - all things must end. And we should honor their passing.
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