You know what, of all the reactions I've had to this show, I never thought I would cry for anything other than joy. Oh, Lassiter. That? That was well played. Really well played.
I love this show for its insanity, but, the real, raw aspects of it are what make it so much better than the crack-addled showpony it could be. It's a crack-addled showpony with a heart of gold.
I love that Victoria was a sympathetic character. I love that she would always love Lassiter. I loved Lassiter's hope, and then his acceptance; and as I said, well played.
Also, Roday is freaking awesome as a director. It has to be said. The boy's got chops. All the clichés were knocked out of the park and into the fiery hot sun of fabulousity. And the writing on this episode was brilliant too, so all in all Roday's a great big spongey ball of talent. I was actually genuinely creeped out at moments, all the while grinning wildly at the excellent use of visual and audio techniques.
It's the series finale next week and I really don't want it to be.