Yet another horror show has come to an end, and, once again, I’ve been left feeling completely underwhelmed, not just by the dénouement, but the season as a whole. Over the past year or so, I’ve been delighted by American Horror Story, suitably entertained by Ripper Street, and completely flabbergasted by The Following. In fact, the only sure thing I could bet on at the moment, a show that I feel everyone should be watching and supporting wholeheartedly, is the recently-begun, rather excellent, Hannibal. But, for the moment, Bates Motel is the business at hand and, man, is business fucking slow.
That’s all I wanted to say.
Me. Every day.
After a disjointed and, at times, quite uninspiring, first season, Bates Motel unleashed its finale in a whirlwind of guns, death threats, suggested, and also blatant, incest and a whole lot of teenage drama. It was, essentially, the perfect finale to a series that decided after a frightening, thrilling season opener that it would be better to ignore the burgeoning psychopath that is Norman Bates, and instead focus on family issues and high school bullshit. But don’t worry; they’ve stuck in a SHOCKING murder at the end of the episode, to satisfy the most easily sated appetites.