I Don’t Want to Say Goodbye
I haven’t watched “Angels in Manhattan” yet. I know it’s there, waiting for me on iView, but I just can’t bring myself to watch it. Not quite yet. I’m not ready to say goodbye to Amy Pond and Rory Williams. So, I’ve spend the first half of today hiding from the internet. Writing instead of reading. The last thing I want is to accidentally encounter a spoiler. But, in all of this avoidance, it has led me to think about the other television shows or characters that I simply didn’t want to lose. Three, in particular, come to mind.
The final moments before Ten’s regeneration [source].
The Tenth Doctor.
The last words that the Tenth Doctor said before regenerating were, “I don’t want to go.” I didn’t want him to go either. David Tennant was my first real Doctor; he was the one who made me a fan. Sure, I’d seen Doctors before him – I started with William Hartnell, and then skipped to Christopher Eccleston – but Ten was, at the time, my absolute favourite. I loved his combinations of suits and Converse sneakers. I loved watching David Tennant speak with his Scottish accent during episodes of Doctor Who Confidential. I loved Donna, and Wilf. And I really did not want to say goodbye to any of them. David Tennant’s departure was announced more than a year in advance, so I had plenty of time to prepare myself, but when the time came around, I still wasn’t ready. It was a sad day for any Tenth Doctor fan when he finally regenerated into Eleven, and I’m just so very happy that Matt Smith proved to be the perfect man to take over such a beloved role.
The end of Veronica Mars, forever [source].
A long time ago, we used to be friends, Veronica Mars and I. I didn’t always agree with her romantic choices – why did she have to get back together with Duncan? – but she was a clever girl, and, at the time, we were the same age. Sure, I wasn’t a private detective in my spare time, but back when I watched Veronica Mars, I knew what it was like to not feel included at school [perhaps not on the same scale as Veronica, but whatever]. In season two, Veronica graduated from high school a few months before I did, and when she headed off for college, it helped me to prepare for my own transition into university. After a successful fan campaign, Veronica Mars was lucky to be granted a limited third season – but we all knew that it would be the last. Season three suffered from format changes [the season-long arc that had driven the previous two seasons was split up into shorter mini-arcs], and an 8-week hiatus [while The CW aired reality series Pussycat Dolls Present]. Meanwhile, Veronica and Logan had broken up again. The series ended on a depressing note, with the knowledge that Vinnie Van Lowe was inevitably about to take over as Sheriff, and that it was all Veronica’s fault. Not even Rob Thomas’ on-the-fly re-imagining of the series as an FBI-based crime drama could bring Veronica back, and even though the movie rumours continue to spread, it’s pretty safe to say that it’s not going to happen.
Time to say goodbye to Gene Hunt [source].
Ashes to Ashes.
The finale of Ashes to Ashes had a lot of explaining to do. How did Sam Tyler end up in 1973? Why did Alex Drake go back to find the same people, but in a different time and place? And what exactly was Gene Hunt’s role in all of this? Thankfully for all those involved – both in the creation of the show, and the fandom that surrounded it – Matthew Graham and Ashley Pharoah somehow managed to pull it off. I’m incredibly grateful for this, because both Life on Mars and Ashes to Ashes are two of my absolute favourite television shows of all time, and if the series had ended badly, then I would have been absolutely devastated. This doesn’t mean, however, than the finale was not absolutely heartbreaking – because it really was. I don’t want to spoil it here – because I know that there are a lot of people out there who’ve not yet seen either show, and should – but that final episode had me in tears, multiple times. In fact, so did the finale of Veronica Mars, and Ten’s regeneration…
It’s always a sign of good television writing when the final appearance of a character, or the last episode of a show can effect you on such an emotional level as these particular ones did for me. This doesn’t always have to be the case, of course, but I’m sure that today’s episode of Doctor Who, if and when I can bring myself to watch it, is going to be a sad one.
Have you been so emotionally attached to a television character that it’s broken your heart to have to say goodbye? I’d love to discuss it with you in the comments.