I thought the finale was actually good, by far the best episode of this particular trashumentary, but even taken out of the context of the subterranean bar set that awful but enjoyable (at least by me) genre, it was a nice little series of vignettes with a very "real" universality.
Instead of gawking as if at zoo animals, which is frankly the way most of us here in the rest of the world watch all the SoCal enclave shows, this episode was something that just about anybody who has passed that "leaving home" milestone, or said good-bye to friends and loved ones as they passed it, could relate to.
And Chrissy, for the very first time, comes across as a real person-in-progress. In fact, there was more insight into just about all the characters in this one episode than in the whole rest of the mini-series put together. I found myself really wanting to know more about all of them, and hoping for a Part Two!
That little lipstick smudge on Chase's shirt as we watched him simultaneously accept and embrace his uneventful future even as his friends set off to begin new lives in the Great Unknown was more poignant than I would have given the producers credit for.
Is there anyone who has been watching the show who did NOT clap (at least mentally) at the end when Chrissy took a look at her incoming call, and put the phone back in the door pocket?
"Growing up in front of the camera" is such a cliche that few of us ascribe any real meaning to it, but for me, that was a very memorable viewing experience, to watch Chrissy actually channel her inner Niecy Nash and "take a big girl pill," and all in the course of a few seconds of tape.