I don’t normally post about Pretty Little Liars. I watch it, but it’s more of a guilty pleasure than a show that makes me think. I’m not a shipper, so I don’t have strong opinions about who gets together with whom (although I honestly find Ezria creepy and inappropriate), and I’ve found the plot development to be really quite ridiculous.
Mostly I’ve stuck around this long for the characters. I love them and their relationships so much. I love the way the group draws strength from one another in a bond of sisterhood, and I love the complexities when this bond breaks down. I love watching them cope in their own ways. I love them individually. I think that Hanna and Spencer are two of the most richly drawn adolescent characters on television right now, and I’ve always had a soft spot for Mona. Even in her darkest moments I’ve found her to be such an interesting mix of insecurity and strength. She’s fascinating. I would love to have had the girls forgive her much earlier. I think that accepting her when she started being targeted by -A and watching her redemption arc might have been interesting message for the writers to send about mental illness.
But that doesn’t matter. I’m not one to sit here and whinge about directions that the show “coulda, should, woulda” taken. Today I’m here to talk about the finale which, despite its faults, was one of the strongest episodes in a long time.
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