
Jack finally puts his gun down
As far as 24 season finales go, it’s hard to top the sight of Teri dying in Jack’s arms as the screen fades to black and the clock ticks for the final time. It’s hard to top the sight of Jack, standing on a cliff, staring off into the abyss, silently debating if he should hurl himself in the Pacific Ocean below. It’s hard to top the sight of Jack trapped on a slow boat to China, knowing nothing but hell (and a lot of whippings) await him upon his destination.
Last night, another long day finally ended for our gravelly-voiced hero with him in a coma and dying from exposure to a lethal pathogen, his teary-eyed daughter, Kim, sitting by his side, agreeing to a risky stem cell research procedure because she’s not ready to let her daddy go.
Zzzzzzzz….
I’m sorry, I dozed off there for a second. What was I writing? Oh, yes, 24’s final scene. That ending would’ve packed more of an emotional wallop if we didn’t already know that Jack will indeed be back for Day 8 – if Kiefer Sutherland can stay out of legal trouble long enough, that is. As much as the writers desperately tried squeezing life and death stakes out of those last minutes, the bottom line is there weren’t any.
Jack lives. He’ll be back to save the world. Again.
OK, I guess you could say we don’t know Kim’s fate. She could die. But the show isn’t about Kim. It’s about Jack. So, after a rock ‘em, sock ‘em season, 24 ends with a disappointing whimper. That doesn’t mean the finale was awful. It wasn’t. There were some truly dramatic moments, like when President Taylor decides to send her scheming daughter to jail after learning she put a hit out on Jonas Hodges. Mother or commander-in-chief? Clearly, Taylor opts to keep her commander-in-chief hat on while ripping her family apart even further. You got the sense her marriage will never be the same considering First Dude (I almost forgot about him) wanted to cover-up Olivia’s actions, forgetting that she tried to have someone killed. It wasn’t like Olivia stole the family car and took it for a joyride. I’m glad that up-to-no-good hussy got her just desserts.
I also loved watching the maturation of Kim. I initially cringed when she came back. But Kim is more mature than she was a few seasons back. She’s married. She’s a mom. She knows how to use a pen as a weapon just like her daddy. It was fun watching her slip into Jack Bauer mode as she chased one of Tony’s slimy operatives (in heels!) and through the airport as bullets flew all around her like wind-whipped raindrops. Daddy would’ve been proud.
My favorite new character of the season was Renee, a Fed who started out despising Jack’s take-no-prisoners approach to world saving, but who, as the day ended, wound up becoming a carbon copy of the man whose methods she once detested. We don’t know yet, but it sure looked like Renee was either ready to ice or slap around Alan Wilson, the shadowy figure behind the day’s terrorist attacks and the deaths of President Palmer and Michelle, Tony’s wife.
Ah, Tony’s wife. That brings me to one of the finale’s biggest missteps. I’m talking about the ridiculous motivation the writers gave Tony for turning more evil than Darth Vader. So, we’re supposed to believe that good guy/bad guy/good guy again/bad guy now/good guy for the moment Tony was willing to kill thousands of innocent people just because he wanted to avenge the death of Michelle and unborn child? Talk about a major league stretch. Sure, Tony has every right to be miffed at the government. But it just didn’t ring true that he would go through such extreme methods to exact his revenge. It would’ve made more sense to me if Tony’s political and world view became as extreme as the men and women he was working with and for. Still, it was nice hearing The Whispery One finally raise his voice above a late night DJ’s sexy growl.
After a season full of improbable plot twists, shocking deaths, fierce gun battles, screeching car chases, brutal torture scenes, snippy catfights, shocking deaths (oh, I said that already), at last Jack gets to lie down and close his eyes. OK, so he’s, like, in a coma and isn’t exactly taking a nap. Still, he looks at peace. He sure needs the rest.
And so do I. It’s been another wild ride.
See you in January!