Okay, this is a gripe, a complaint, a boo-I think you blew it. Yikes!
To the producers of the television show, White Collar:
How did you possibly think that that was a good ending? I mean. Seriously? Throughout the entire series we saw Neal evolve into a person who appreciated family, who found that there were stable people in his life that he could count on, even when sometimes counting on them failed, and failed badly. But they came back and so did he. They were there for each other.
Neal grew up from the man-child who made the con and left, to the man who stayed and helped do what was right and proper. And yet….sheeze, I was so disappointed.
Yes, the clues were excellent that he was planning a real escape. Yes, the clues were there [cue eyes-widening] that the FBI might not let him off the hook even though there was an iron-clad contract. Yes, the clues were there that Neal was going for something BIG and BEYOND.
Good death scene by the way. Yes, I mean it. And, I appreciate that Keller died, although I think that may have been an extreme, but he was certainly a baddie, and rough justice or not, he did not deserve to go on.
But where you really lost me, and where I may never trust you again, is when Mozzie never seemed concerned about the money he walked away with. Come on! 23 Million! Seriously? Where Mozzie was still in NYC a year later going supposedly through the seven different levels of grief, or is it five? Where Mozzie stopped by to see baby Neal [schmaltzie by the way!]. Really? Mozzie didn’t have a clue? You lied to us here. Either Mozzie wasn’t as brilliant as we all have been led to believe and have seen, or you really didn’t think to finish off his character appropriately. Or, you’re getting ready for a Mozzie and the Suit series…No, after this, I won’t watch it.
Oh, and here’s another WOWZER, it took the great FBI agent Peter Burke a year! a whole year! to investigate the key? And how did the stuff get into the storage compartment anyway?
But the worst, the most egregious, the most out-of-character part of it, was that Neal would be happy in Paris with no one he had come to think of as family over the course of the entire series. You left Neal alone, alone at the end of the series, alone again, able to go back to his former man-child life, when he had become oh-so much better.
Signed, a terribly disappointed fan.
Ah, but truly, my last post was March for St. Paddy’s day. Now it’s hot, well, what would you expect in June, in the South, in North Carolina? And while I do think that time flies, sometimes I think it has a habit of moving right past me without telling me. And, it’s not like I haven’t written, I have. I’ve written dozens of posts in my head. After a book I read, or after reading an article or seeing a spot on TV. I want you to know, they have been clever and audacious, erudite without arrogance, succinct but complete. In other words, well written. Sigh. But once again, only in my head.