Anyone But Me

A moderately presented conversation on the still-not-so-popular topic of defending opinions and sexuality within one's own family and circle of new friends sounded like a great idea. But that, to some extent, is where the idea ends. The first season doesn't address anything at all, and only in the second season did I get more reasonable dialogue and at least some narrative build-up (the finale with the theater rehearsal offers exactly the emotions that I expected in the previous twenty webisodes). The third season makes an appealing attempt to switch narrative techniques, but everything is ruined by the rushed finish, which is literally wrapped up in seconds. It's almost not worth mentioning the last episode because instead of the promised "twenty-minute closure of all fates", I got empty chatter about one letter. There is no substance to why Vivian and Aster stayed together when their previous relationship was strained over every other sentence, no resolution to the relationship between the father and Aunt Jodie, and, most importantly, no conclusion to my favorite character Sophie, who thus far had been written almost as a third main character. What kills all my effort even more is the actress playing Vivian, Rachael Hip-Flores. I don't believe a single smile, a single speech, a single kiss with Aster. And if I can't believe the narrator, can I believe the series? As you can see from my rating, I can't. (06.11.2012)