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To those following this copiously-awarded series, the finale was worse than disappointing. It was not believable, it was artistically bullshit, and it bore all the marks of writers who haven't a clue about how to conclude a work of tenable fiction.
Worst, Phillip and Elizabeth, cold-blooded murderers of at least a score of innocent Americans and Russians over the course of the series, are never fully discovered (by law enforcement), pay NOTHING for their hideous crimes, and are basically rewarded with a pleasant Russian homecoming and retirement for their decades-long campaign of murder, espionage, and mayhem in the USA.
Oh and, boo-fucking-hoo, they lose their obnoxious, worthless, homely daughter who decides to stay in the U.S.A. (with no visible means of support), and their son - the only tolerable person in the family unit - to a quasi-adoption by feckless FBI agent Stan Beeman, who must now wonder whether the new Love of His Life is also a Soviet spy.
This is fiction, folks, and the appropriate ending is for Phillip and Elizabeth to either die or be convicted of their countless crimes and spend eternity in a Federal prison. It's OK if Stan isn't the instrument of their destruction - although by all means he should be - but the Jennings' MUST go down in the end, otherwise the writers raise the specter of moral equivalence with Beeman, which is unacceptable and, as stated above, artistically and politically bullshit.
A pox on all their houses.
To those following this copiously-awarded series, the finale was worse than disappointing. It was not believable, it was artistically bullshit, and it bore all the marks of writers who haven't a clue about how to conclude a work of tenable fiction.
Worst, Phillip and Elizabeth, cold-blooded murderers of at least a score of innocent Americans and Russians over the course of the series, are never fully discovered (by law enforcement), pay NOTHING for their hideous crimes, and are basically rewarded with a pleasant Russian homecoming and retirement for their decades-long campaign of murder, espionage, and mayhem in the USA.
Oh and, boo-fucking-hoo, they lose their obnoxious, worthless, homely daughter who decides to stay in the U.S.A. (with no visible means of support), and their son - the only tolerable person in the family unit - to a quasi-adoption by feckless FBI agent Stan Beeman, who must now wonder whether the new Love of His Life is also a Soviet spy.
This is fiction, folks, and the appropriate ending is for Phillip and Elizabeth to either die or be convicted of their countless crimes and spend eternity in a Federal prison. It's OK if Stan isn't the instrument of their destruction - although by all means he should be - but the Jennings' MUST go down in the end, otherwise the writers raise the specter of moral equivalence with Beeman, which is unacceptable and, as stated above, artistically and politically bullshit.
A pox on all their houses.
