I haven't watched any episodes of The Blacklist since that last post, and I don't miss it. I do feel disappointed that the producers or the writers of the show ruined what was my favorite show. Or maybe it wasn't quite that high on my list in the first place. After all, Star Trek remained my favorite show even during its poorly written third and final season. But to be fair to Star Trek, there were some pretty well written episodes during that final third season. So it wasn't a complete washout by then.
But I understand that Lizzy or Megan Boone hasn't even been on the show lately. Still I don't care. It had become a lousy show. It failed its audience. What the Blacklist failed to realize is that the audience didn't give a hoot about Lizzy or Megan Boone. It was a story about Red Reddington, starring James Spader.
And the first three seasons were great. But the writers, or whoever was in charge of the storylines, tested the patience of the audience and way too much. We needed to know by season 4 that Red is the real father of Lizzy. Sheesh, season 8 is getting ready to be wrapped up and STILL no one has a clue. Sure it's been made clear that Red has some super secret. And he has gone to great pains keeping that secret. Even from the TV audience. It was okay during the first three seasons. But it's not okay to keep this secret any longer.
Make it known once and for all that Red is Lizzy's father. It's the only thing that can make this show have any sense. And if they can do that by the end of this current season, I might just come back and watch this show again. But that's what it would take. I'm not holding my breath.
So you see that photo of Red to the left? That's not just Red turning his back. That's me turning my back. I'm turning my back on the Blacklist. And the Blacklist is staying on my blacklist. A blacklist of shows I don't watch, that is. We'll see if that changes. But like I said. I'm not holding my breath.
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