Discovering Nashville was a little like falling in love, for a certain kind of woman.
I was that kind of woman.
“You should watch it, you’ll really like it,” cajoled my match-maker colleagues, nudging me towards a show they knew was just my type.
And they were right. In those early days of obsession, I could barely sleep for watching. I couldn’t think about anything else. I sought out people who felt the same. I wrote about it. I made new friends around the world who shared my passion. I sang the songs, I quoted the lines, I stopped this short of joining a fan forum, for Christ’s sake.
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What would Rayna Jaymes do? We would ask each other around the office, reveling in a grown-up TV heroine who had balls, smarts and hair you’d swap your firstborn for.
It was, in a word, tragic.
But hey. When you’ve got little kids and a busy job and you don’t get out much, you take your kicks where you can find them, right? And six months or so ago, I was finding my kicks in binge-watching a country-music soapy drama that sucked me in with its tangled plotlines of strong women, traitorous men, addiction, loss and many, many love triangles.
Hook, line and sinker.
So, when the call went up that the show was over, I should have been devastated. I should have been signing online petitions and Tweeting my outrage and writing angry emails to the network.
But I wasn’t. Because but the last season of Nashville was terrible.
Like the celluloid travesty that was Sex And The City 2, it betrayed all that was good and holy about what had come before. New characters were written in and out within episodes (hello, Vida, goodbye Riff), while others stayed way too long (Cash and your Dad, on your bikes) our brooding hero Deacon became a sad-sack rejected dad, specialising only in a facial expression reminiscent of a kicked dog. He and Rayna (oh, Rayna) lost their spark and ended up on opposite ends of a marriage counsellor’s couch. Maddie was unbearably bratty with seemingly zero motivation. Daphne only whined. Juliette was MIA and when she did show up, swung with such volatility between Wronged Woman and Earth Mother that it wasn’t just Avery who had whiplash. It took Will 25 episodes to grow some balls… I could go on.
Even the songs were bad.
And the finale cliff-hanger? Let’s not go there.