Let's not even attempt to explain away all the stuff we served up to seduce the viewers way back when our creative juices were strongest. Let's just say nothing. Let's just leave it up to them. They're smart. This episode was a tragic conclusion of no conclusion and the best most recent example of writers dodging all responsibility and running as far from closure as is fashionably possible. It was all left up to us. Imagine watching a ten hour whodunit and never being told who did it. Up to you. Your call. No answers. No explanations. This was Twin Peaks sans creativity. Nothing. A myriad of loose ends, red herrings, of cameras lingering on ghostly images, moss, bright lights, electric pulses, dead wildlife, disappearing teenagers, knowing gazes into the middle distance and unexplained relationships. We tune in for the final episode seeking plausible explanations and we got winsome looks, jumbled images, confusion and blunder. This is not a plea for simplicity. The more convoluted the better. But at the end of it all there must be credibility. Not a last minute new character or event. But in context. But here we didn't even get that. We didn't get any ghost in the machine. We didn't get the return of a previously unknown uncle. We got nothing. Too much William S Burroughs and not enough credible narrative. At least they didn't pretend the whole thing was a dream and for that we should be thankful? Perhaps that will come in the second season. Who cares? I will not be watching, having already invested 12 hours in sodden landscapes, moss lined forests, chairs in strange places and body doubles. Rubbish.
Review of The Kettering Incident
