White coat guy: "You know he's going to break out. It's in his blood."
General: "That's exactly what we want him to do."
We got about a minute and a half of happily ever after, but I knew they'd leave us with a killer cliffhanger. But I didn't think they'd leave me wondering what the hell just happened. I hate indefinite. Give me anything instead of indefinite.
In truth, I just haven't been as in love with Prison Break this season as I was with season one, and I know why. Because the focus this season was often on the dispersed fugitives, most of whom I didn't care about, instead of on Michael and Sarah, who are the reasons I watch. Adding Mahone as Tommy Lee Jones was great, I don't deny it. And I really liked Kellerman. Sucre is okay, and T-Bag is so slitheringly evil that he's a lot of fun to watch.
But the other escapees? Not so much. I was relieved when they steadily killed them off. Maybe they shouldn't even have bothered. Cut to a brief scene of someone dying in a hail of bullets, over and done, much like what they did with Abruzzi, but shorter. Maybe they should have had several of them meet somewhere to plan something diabolical, and then the building could have blown up.
And what have they left us with? A mysterious, graffiti-covered, bizarro prison for Michael, with most of the cast from Fox River as his cell mates. Lincoln freed. Sarah walking away. Kellerman and Kim dead. Sucre and Maricruz possibly dead. Five million bucks underwater. A new threat in the form of the Company and whatever Sona is, with a strange general who appears to be faking muteness. I'm not sure how I feel about all this.
Although I do want to comment on Kellerman, who went out with class in a big, big way. He was a great character. I'll miss him. Yes, we didn't actually see him gasp his last, but I don't think they're going to be that devious. Will they?
In the irony department, Michael just put himself in jail again to save another person he loved. Maybe we'll have Lincoln giving his all to get Michael out of jail next season, which would be a fun reversal. Maybe.
Ah, well. No matter what they do, I'll still be able to spend an hour every week looking longingly at Wentworth Miller. And that's never a waste of time.
Billie
