“Don’t you dare die! We’re not finished yet; I’m not yet finished loving you…”
The fourth season of Grey’s Anatomy has recently come to a close with its 17th episode last week. The ending was far from what I’d expected, yet so much more poignant than I had hoped it would be.
Since its pilot episode, I’ve been religiously following Grey’s Anatomy – a habit I couldn’t quite get over because I am so damn hooked on the drama. While I am not exactly a newbie to medical drama series on the boobtube (having followed other series like E.R., Chicago Hope, and House M.D.), Grey’s became something of a culture to me. Seriously. It wasn’t really the whole idea of McDreamy/McSteamy (and all other McBastards) that got me hooked on the show, nor was it the raunchy sexcapades of the almost-too-naughty interns. Perhaps it was that the characters in the story were presented in such a way that they are way too far from being less human – they work their way for paying their medical tuition fees, they can be horny bastards outside the operating room, they cheat on their spouses, they can be the groom who walks out on his own wedding, they have suicidal tendencies, they rant when they’re not allowed to scrub in, they make out in parking lots and in the elevator, they fall in [and out] of love, they drink ‘til they’re drunk to oblivion, they grieve silently when a patient dies, they cry, they live. So many facets life, love, and [lust] have been portrayed in the series that more often than not, humor is being used to soften the glaring truth that, despite the prestige of being excellent surgeons and interns, each one of the characters are flawed, just like you and me.
I can’t help but get all too excited on the next season of Grey’s Anatomy. I hope that the writers will go continue on what they started towards the end of the fourth season – HOPE. Seriously.
The fourth season of Grey’s Anatomy has recently come to a close with its 17th episode last week. The ending was far from what I’d expected, yet so much more poignant than I had hoped it would be.
Since its pilot episode, I’ve been religiously following Grey’s Anatomy – a habit I couldn’t quite get over because I am so damn hooked on the drama. While I am not exactly a newbie to medical drama series on the boobtube (having followed other series like E.R., Chicago Hope, and House M.D.), Grey’s became something of a culture to me. Seriously. It wasn’t really the whole idea of McDreamy/McSteamy (and all other McBastards) that got me hooked on the show, nor was it the raunchy sexcapades of the almost-too-naughty interns. Perhaps it was that the characters in the story were presented in such a way that they are way too far from being less human – they work their way for paying their medical tuition fees, they can be horny bastards outside the operating room, they cheat on their spouses, they can be the groom who walks out on his own wedding, they have suicidal tendencies, they rant when they’re not allowed to scrub in, they make out in parking lots and in the elevator, they fall in [and out] of love, they drink ‘til they’re drunk to oblivion, they grieve silently when a patient dies, they cry, they live. So many facets life, love, and [lust] have been portrayed in the series that more often than not, humor is being used to soften the glaring truth that, despite the prestige of being excellent surgeons and interns, each one of the characters are flawed, just like you and me.
I can’t help but get all too excited on the next season of Grey’s Anatomy. I hope that the writers will go continue on what they started towards the end of the fourth season – HOPE. Seriously.
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