I wish I could forget...

(Fair warning: This post contains spoilers, however vague, for the season finale of Bones (and House, but mostly Bones.)

That's it. I am so done with Bones. The season finale was not just an hour-long "fuck you," it was an hour-long "fuck you" that, by the end, made absolutely no sense at all.

They made mincemeat of a character trait of Brennans--she's supposed to be a bestselling writer, but now we know she's actually not a very *good* one. Not that you have to be good to have a bestseller, but it's depressing to know this about her: As a scientist, she may be world-class, as a writer, she's a hack.

This was before leaping head-first into one of the biggest soap-opera clichés in history. Amnesia? I mean c'mon, really, amnesia?

They are officially out of ideas.

At least on House, the "it was all a dream (or hallucination)" ending worked because of how good an actor Hugh Laurie is, and because it didn't violate the series or the character. Here...