It’s strange, you know? For all the shows I’ve seen so far in my life – and that’s a lot, trust me – I’ve never been with one from start to finish and loved it for just as long. Sure, I watched Stargate from the very first episode on, but given that it was ten years, the enthusiasm decreased with time. I still enjoyed the show, but the big love? No, that was long gone.
There were others I watched for years and saw end, but not a single one of them meant as much as to me as The Mentalist.
I wanted to be disappointed. Really. Actually I was disappointed after watching the season premiere. Promos, articles and interviews big on promising loads of Jisbon, and then that? Huh. Not really what I was expecting. No kiss, no hug, no shared house, no nothing we got to see. Well, apart from some origami and an oldtimer.
When rewatching the season finale, I had that thought that it could have gone differently. And I’m not talking about the ending. Sure there were lots of possibilities; but what I’m thinking of in particular is the part with Lisbon finding out about Jane’s scam.
There is so much that can be said about last night’s episode, and I will have to find the words for my review which I fear will turn out to be quite long (le sigh), but there is something I really need to point out:
The ingeniousness of Bruno Heller and his team.