Call me a prude, but last night’s season finale of Dallas on TNT proved to be raunchy, tasteless, shocking, and disappointing.
Now I realize not everyone who reads “Domermom” watches this show. That’s okay. Your time is valuable. Feel free to move on — just don’t leave forever!
I also realize TV viewers have a choice when it comes to the shows they watch.
However, I’m a die-hard Dallas fan. Have been since the original series premiered back in the day.
And as such, I feel totally qualified to rant on Monday’s episode.
On what planet would a young man of Christopher Ewing’s lineage take up with a ranch hand girl — someone with a mean-as-a-snake soon-to-be-ex-husband and a young son?
Who believes that suddenly, Southfork Ranch has become more important to Bobby Ewing than his own wife Ann? And after Bobby chastises her, Ann immediately runs crying to her sorry, mama’s boy, ex-husband Harris. For real?
And it seems to me that after bringing the recovering alcoholic Sue Ellen back home to Southfork, somebody would have seen to it that the liquor cabinet was put under lock and key. Nope, they leave open bottles all around the place — kind of an engraved invitation for her to chug away.
So we have yet another fire at Southfork? Been there, done that. Guess they have to purge the sets every so often. But you’d think they could dream up something a bit more realistic — say, a tornado. Yep, North Texas is prime tornado-striking zone, and a twister would rocket that ranch right off its foundation.
But the biggest eewww-gross of all was the threesome among John Ross, his wife Pamela, and his mistress Emma. The “ladies” are dressed in identical emerald green lingerie and get the ball rolling. Who saw THAT coming?
Yes, the shock-and-awe factor was alive and well, but some of us (I, for one) were completely disgusted and had to turn away.
Writers have always pushed the envelope when it comes to world conditions — poverty, racial tension, unsafe working conditions, injustices. But entertainment writers, it seems to me, have an obligation to entertain, not pander to prurient interests. Certainly not lead consumers down the road toward Hell.
As with the much-talked-about finale of How I Met Your Mother, the season finale of Dallas was disappointing at best and nauseating at worst.
C’mon, writers — Do Better!!