Watching Grey’s Anatomy isn’t so much a joy as it is a necessity. More than any other show in the last two years, GA’s on and offstage drama has dominated water cooler conversation – so while I cool my proverbial heels in an office with such a cooler, I feel compelled to stay informed.
But not if every episode is going to end like the last three, with a five-minute montage of distressed yet thoughtful faces that loops almost endlessly as some indie girl-pop jam staves off the credits. If they run out of material after 37 minutes, I’m more than obliged to watch extra commercials, but not this.
I might even appreciate these scenes if they’d completely surrender to the sentimentality they’re so desperately emulating and only play “Everybody Hurts.” As it is, they’re really only lacking REM’s thoughtful captions. And it’s not hard to imagine what everyone is thinking. This is, after all, the only time when Ellen Pompeo isn’t speaking through her nose at a million miles per minute.
Perhaps we should just be thankful.