I like way too much that its practically unhealthy how busy I am. Therefore I will not promise a specific focus for this blog. Its a little bit of everything. And know that if you like something specific I blog, I will most likely post more about it. I tend to obsess.
This ending was a powerful argument that — criticisms of finales like Lost’s notwithstanding — it is not necessarily the ideal thing to “have it all planned out from the beginning.” Not if that plan is so rigid and locked-in — say, with lines of ending dialogue recorded years in advance — that they can’t allow for organic growth and surprise. Stories change over nine years, characters do, people do. And people did over the course of HIMYM – only to be wrenched back over the course of an hour, because that was the Plan.
And frustratingly, the exact thing I wanted not to happen happened. The mother died. (Though thank God we did not see a death scene — Cristin Milioti’s shimmery Precious Moments eyes are already so evocative.) And Ted’s kids declared, without malice, that this wasn’t really the story of how Ted had met their mother: It was the story of how he “totally, totally, totally [has] the hots for Aunt Robin.” That’s probably fair, really; we only spent a ninth of the show with the mother as a speaking character, and we only learned her name on tonight’s episode (Tracy McConnell, so she and Ted share their initials). But HIMYM made a striking, memorable promise in the pilot — that Robin was not the mother— and this feels like a promise kept only by a technicality. Congratulations on exploiting that loophole. A victory for pedantry, just as the most irritating, least lovable side of Ted Mosby would appreciate.