I just did a binge to end all binges, watching the entire run for the first time ever in eight days. I think I might need to check into a psych ward for a few days to decompress.
I hadn’t planned on watching it so quickly, but I didn’t really have the DVR space to hold the entire run, and the HBO2 marathon was a solid 65-hour block so the first couple days (last weekend) I just watched it nonstop from waking up to going to sleep, a season per day. After the first two days I had enough DVR space to hold the rest but those first two days turned me into a crack addict, so I watched half a season per day after that.
As mentioned, I’ve never seen the show before, though I did watch the final season when it first aired. But nothing since. And I’d totally forgotten what happened in that last season.
For my money, this show is spectacular. I don’t really get emotionally affected by shows, so I didn’t find it depressing at all. Just interesting. Until, of course, season 5 when…[spoiler]…Nate dies. That was fine, but the following episode when they held Nate’s funeral it just devastated me. I was actually crying, like full on crying. For the entire funeral. Just killed me.
Then I recovered during the dopey “David’s paranoia” scenes, which totally killed the mood, so I thought I was fine. But then the scene where they buried Nate just totally destroyed me again.
And then the finale, for some reason I just totally lost it when we flash-forwarded to each character’s death. Each title card on white I just sobbed.
This is remarkable to me, as I generally don’t get worked up over tv or movies like that. I don’t remember the last time I cried; it may have been decades. But this show just slayed me.[/spoiler]