GORDON GORDON: He wants what we all want. He wants to find out his place in the world. BRENNAN: We can find a permanent place for him. Right?
I keep expecting to see Sweets in Booth’s doorway. He should still be sharing fries with Angela at the diner or carrying a box of files into the FBI conference room. Something’s off without him, and it’s sudden and unsettling and unreal in a way that real loss tends to be. (more…)
I’m sadder about losing a fictional house than I probably should be. But remember how long it took Booth and Brennan to even get to the point where they needed a house? Remember when Booth found this place at a police auction and Brennan called it their mighty hut, because buying a criminal’s house would make them the conquering heroes, and it was symbolically and anthropologically perfect, and they kissed in Christine’s future bedroom? Booth was so excited to build a treehouse, you guys.
Welcome to 2014! Sherlock is back (and Greg Lestrade is lookin’ FINE). Community is back. Victor Garber is back. David Tennant is coming to American television. Parks and Rec hits its 100th. I’m finally going to watch Scandal and The West Wing (#resolutions). It’s all very exciting. But before we jump into the new year, let’s look back at the best of the last. (more…)
I didn’t realize I’d been waiting nine seasons for a Bones wedding until I got one. Booth and Brennan have never stood on tradition, and I’ve never needed them to. They’re each other’s different outcome. I always thought they might get married—there were signs—but the only thing I knew for sure was that they’d find each other in the end, and that was enough. (more…)
Remember when Brennan actually took a vacation? To be with Sully? On a boat? She made a really cute joke about her nickname, her hair was mussed perfectly in the sea breeze, and Booth found every excuse to pull her back into the case, but when Sully offered to let her sail the world with him, Booth was big enough to tell her to go.
And that’s when I started to fall for them. (more…)
This time last week, I wasn’t ready for football. Last year’s replacement refs were a traumatizing experience, and I still have nightmares about Donald Driver’s sad sidelines face. But I woke up this weekend to the feel of almost-fall in the air, and just like that, it was time.
It’s been the same with Bones. I wasn’t thrilled by the season eight finale twist, and I was especially not thrilled by the fact that I wasn’t thrilled by it. This show has been heart-crushing before, but always in a way that makes sense for the characters, so to see something that felt so manufactured really upset me. I will defend this show to the death, you guys. I don’t want to give anyone ammunition against it, nor do I want to sound like one of those people who sit around yelling at the writers for doing their job. I want to be a TV writer. Probably best not to yell at them. (more…)