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I always hate seeing something I truly love and enjoy end. When I was a kid, I used to get all upset at the season finales of shows I liked, because I thought they were over and done, and I wouldn't get to see them again.
Now, I can usually count on the show turning up on DVD, but still... there's just something special about making a point of watching something as it comes out, having to wait for each new installment, and when it comes to an end, in some ways it's like a friend moving away. You know you'll get the chance to see them again, sometime, but they're still gone.
Life On Mars was one of those for me. I know that now, I can start tracking down the original series, but I'm not going to see more with the cast I got used to seeing each week.
I'll miss Chris, who in many ways was the conscience of the 125. I'll miss Lt. Hunt - he could be a real bastard, but he was the father to the precinct, and he'd move heaven and hell whenever one of his cops was in trouble. I'll miss seeing Ray going off on tears about the multitude of things that kept getting up his ass, and seeing him turn out to be deeper than we'd been willing to think (I need to find a transcript of his last speech to Sam so much). I'll miss Annie, and I wish so damn much we could get to see what was going to happen next between her and Sam. And Sam... I'm gonna miss you, Spaceman. I wish I could have gotten to see more of you next season, but such was not to be.
And I'll miss the soundtrack. Each week they'd play something that I'd forgotten how much I loved it. I grew up in the 70s, and there was just a sense of "home" in hearing those songs again. Choosing Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters as the final song from the 70s worked really well.
I'll stop rambling now.
Now, I can usually count on the show turning up on DVD, but still... there's just something special about making a point of watching something as it comes out, having to wait for each new installment, and when it comes to an end, in some ways it's like a friend moving away. You know you'll get the chance to see them again, sometime, but they're still gone.
Life On Mars was one of those for me. I know that now, I can start tracking down the original series, but I'm not going to see more with the cast I got used to seeing each week.
I'll miss Chris, who in many ways was the conscience of the 125. I'll miss Lt. Hunt - he could be a real bastard, but he was the father to the precinct, and he'd move heaven and hell whenever one of his cops was in trouble. I'll miss seeing Ray going off on tears about the multitude of things that kept getting up his ass, and seeing him turn out to be deeper than we'd been willing to think (I need to find a transcript of his last speech to Sam so much). I'll miss Annie, and I wish so damn much we could get to see what was going to happen next between her and Sam. And Sam... I'm gonna miss you, Spaceman. I wish I could have gotten to see more of you next season, but such was not to be.
And I'll miss the soundtrack. Each week they'd play something that I'd forgotten how much I loved it. I grew up in the 70s, and there was just a sense of "home" in hearing those songs again. Choosing Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters as the final song from the 70s worked really well.
I'll stop rambling now.
