Like a dream in the night, who can say where we're going?
Oh, wow. I actually loved this episode. I just finished watching it and I think I'll have to download it for posterity and several rewatches because I'm still OMG. This reminded me of the season finales of S1 and S2 in that it was fast-paced, exciting, satisfying, and made me emotional, made me *feel* something other than boredom and disgust. For most of these past two hours, it was the golden, halcyon days of Alias again.
First and foremost, Sark was beautiful in the finale, in every way; dangerous, remorseless yet oddly caring, witty, sarcastic, the fucked up mixed-up jaded but still hopeful boy-man I've come to love. And he was a major part of the end. And looked simply stunning. That black suit + open-necked pale blue dress shirt ensemble he was wearing as he walked out of the subway station and put on his sunglasses? Holy fucking fuck. My face turned bright red and I lost my breath.
Sloane died and I was sad because I've always had such a soft spot for that crazy motherfucker. But he died in the right way.
Jack died and I was devastated, but his death was true to him and in the right way. He died with honor just like how he lived. I love you SpyDaddy and I will miss you. You'll forever be the epitome of a good (ruthless, yes, but good) father.
Vaughn continued to act like a hammer without a handle, i.e. a useless tool. Not at all sad to see you off my screen for good.
Strangely, I didn't think Irina got a character assassination. To her, power meant more than anything because despite her wiliness, her superlative abilities as an agent, she's always seen herself as powerless, I think. She was taken from her family and home at a young age and used ruthlessly and mercilessly by the KGB, and I think that formed and calcified her view of life and the world. There is no love, there is only power, because power was the one thing she never truly had. It's actually quite a sad commentary on how women in that line of work (which could be extrapolated to any line of work) are marginalized, even a woman as incredible as Irina. I don't think Bad Robot meant to be that deep, but Irina's little speech about power resonated as absolute truth. To her, to someone that has always felt powerless, the search for power meant more than having her daughter's love. For Sydney did love Irina to the very end which is why she begged her to take her hand and give up the artefact. Goodbye, Irina, you're finally free--that's your ultimate power.
How much did I love the ending and how it was basically All. About. Sark.? Or to be more accurate, All. About. Sark & Sydney. Because Dixon asked Sydney to go and foil Sark's dastardly plan and the look on her face spoke volumes. You know she agreed to do it after dinner. They didn't have to show that because you know she would never give up the opportunity to mix it up with Sark. And that's how it ended--with the chase, just like how it began with Sark and Sydney. They'll continue to meet each other in cities around the world, fighting, taunting, making comprehensive offers that one day, one of them is going to accept.
LOVE.