One more post about How I Met Your Mother.
I’ve spent so much of yesterday and today reading reviews and criticisms from around the web about the How I Met Your Mother finale. Here are some favorite ones I read:
As Ted’s teenage kids point out in the final minutes of the show, if this story was supposed to be all about their mom, then their dad is the world’s worst storyteller. It wasn’t really about the Mother; it was always about Robin. The show’s creators might have had you thinking that this final season revolved around Robin and Barney’s epic love story, but just like the show’s last 22 episodes (with a few exceptions: “How Your Mother Met Me” and “Gary Blauman,” notably), that premise never really rang true.
I hope Bays and Thomas have Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse on speed-dial.
The real crime here is the duration of the series, which inevitably weakened the ending, and Bays and Thomas should cop to this — it’s something that will no doubt be taken into account with the spin-off. They teased us and tested our patience until we had no choice but to fall in line behind the narrative direction, which led us away from Team Robin and Ted. The writers bludgeoned us into surrender, so we couldn’t feel nearly as excited by Ted with the blue French horn in the finale as we did in the pilot.
5. If Ted and Robin were going to end up together why did it take nine seasons?
This one’s easy: Because if How I Met Your Mother has taught us anything, it’s that if we want to see something legendary happen, we’re going to have to wait for it.
I love how divisive this is, and that the last finale I was obsessed with reading reactions to (Lost) did the same. I’ll probably be obsessing about the ups and downs for a good while, but I would never take the stand that a finale has the power to ruin or invalidate an entire series run of one of my all-time favorite shows.