I still can’t get the finale of The Last Man of Earth out of my head. After all that speech-giving and piss-taking and I’m Not Saying Goodbye To Him Again – ing Mike dies (well, almost certainly dies) anyway, which is my least favourite kind of fictional death and makes me terribly sad. I never even meant to become invested in any of those people; I hated a lot of them not so long ago. Sigh.
Seriously though, having a whole series about the main character and his presumed-dead brother reuniting only for the brother to die two weeks after the reunion? And just as he was striking up a relationship with someone else who also deserved some happiness? I don’t think I’ve ever seen an apocalypse show be quite that cruel, and this one’s a friggin’ comedy.
I’m right there with you; this show got so much darker this season and it hurts how we saw Mike fight so hard to get back to Earth and his family, only to be infected about a week later. (This was supposed to be my comedy show, come on, and I hated mostly everyone – except Carol & Erica – at different points in the show, why am I so invested??).
The other day, randomly, in a KFC, my fiance asked “So what did you think of The Last Man on Earth?” I told him all that and about how incredibly, infuriatingly sad it was and how it totally pulled the rug out from under me, and he said, “Well, it’s not that sad. I mean, yeah, Mike is probably dead, but he got to make up with his brother first and say goodbye. Not everyone gets that.”
He’s right, of course, although I still can’t refer to the show as a comedy anymore.