HBO's big love started out as an amusement and little more. the characters were somewhat charming, all the mormonspeak, though initially jabbing my eardrums with repressedmemoryhorror, became cute and endearing.
didn't i love watching margene smile whenever someone tossed a little compliment her way? didn't i laugh when we found out just-out-of-the-compound nicolette ran up thousands thousands in credit? didn't i relate with so much of what barb related of her growing up in that mormon mentality? and didn't bill remind me of so many men, too full of the promise of priesthood that they didn't realize what foolish things they pronounced?
i did.
but now, this final season, we suddenly see bill as a polygamy-proud state senator, with his family and associates being hunted down (literally) all around him, and the conflicts with everything and everyone i used to think made quirky family drama now just seem trivial, because this season, this all got heavy and intense and terrifying.
it's been sad watching lois (bill's mom) go the way of dementia (thanks a lot, bruce dern!), but it's all the more sweet when she has coherent moments.
and suddenly, i think i'm actually going to miss this show...and mary kay place couldn't have appeared often enough.
