Just finished watching the final season of The Blacklist on Netflix. This show has been one of my guilty pleasures, since it is one of the worst written, flat out stupid shows ever to grace the small screen. Maybe it's James Spader's rendition of Sydney Greenstreet's Guttman character from The Maltese Falcon. Maybe it's the sincerity with which the cast goes through the task of striving to breath some life and credibility into the cardboard characters that kept me watching it, even if sometimes in the background while working. And it's fitting that a bull figures into the series ending, since bull was the overwhelming plot content. Shaggy dogs and MacGuffins in excelsis, cop outs galore, yet I attended, if not watched, every episode. Amoral, pretentious, heart on sleeve sentimentality, no cliché left unearthed, it crept along for a decade. And despite all of its egregious faults I enjoyed it.
1 out of 5 to 4 out of 5, depending.