When Mike got home tonight, I was about three-quarters of the way through the Will & Grace
retrospective. I wasn't planning on watching it but for some reason I just stayed. After kissing me hello, he asked, "What are you watching?" I told him it was the retrospective before the final show of the series. He said, "Really?!?! Who knew."
And he's right. Most of the people I know lost interest in Will or Grace about five seasons ago. If I happened to be off on a Thursday night and not out, I would sometimes stumble on the show and stay for a couple of minutes. Part of my disinterest stemmed from the stupidity of the Will-Grace-Leo triangle. Part of it was from the fact that Will and Jack were such a whiny queens. But mostly, it was from the not-really-interesting stories being told. Truth be told, I was no longer interested in all the crap about how the show has furthered gay life. Has it? How much? Sean Hayes can't even say whether he is gay or straight. Not that we can't figure it out but c'mon... at least commit to being in the closet. Don't give me this bullshit about it being your business. People are still being killed or killing themselves because of their homosexuality. You are a role model whether you like it or not. Public figures do have an influence on us and a responsibility to us. Or else, they would not really be public figures. They would just be clowns who we don't pay attention to.
So, as the show started, I thought, "Okay, stay and see what happens. It may actually have a couple of laughs in it." Mike turned to me and asked, "Are you going to cry?" I said, "No." And I meant it. It's not like I was watching the last episode of Sex and the City
. C'mon. Well, half way through the show, it began to get sorta interesting. And was actually quite good. Not over the top. Not underwhelming. Just right. Actually, sorta very right.
Then, toward the end. Karen and Jack sing "Unforgetable". Actually, Megan and Sean were singing to each other. And there it was. I was crying. Not bawling (like during Sex and the City
). Just tearing up. The one thing I didn't expect to do. I expected to laugh. I expected to sneer. I expected to be bored. To some degree, I even expected to tune out. But, I didn't. And I'm glad I didn't. Later.