(Brody drinks Yorkshire Gold tea, of course Louis' going to approve...)
Firstly, I want to say that I loved Homeland. I loved every tense, convoluted second of it, I spent twelve weeks leaning forward on my sofa, lights off, laptop closed, wound tighter than a penguin's arse.
However. Regretfully I have to agree with the half of Twitter last night that thought that was a really shite ending. It wasn't even a decent cliffhanger, there were plenty of far more exciting and dramatic moments they could have used if that was what they wanted.
And I know there's going to be a second season, but I expected at least something to be resolved/explained, but we got absolutely nothing. Meh.
Having said all that, I still loved it, I'm just slightly exhausted at the thought of having to sit through another twelve episodes to (hopefully) get some closure. Last night felt a bit like I went into it expecting an orgasm and ended up with a peck on the cheek.
Damian, Damian, Damian. You promised us faithfully that there was a satisfying ending. You lied.
Can I also say, that while I obviously didn't want Brody to blow himself up, I had a moment of rather hoping he would do it while he was on the phone to his irritating daughter, just to traumatise her for life? I am a bad person.
Anyway. Ignoring the end (I mean the other half of Twitter seemed to think it was a marvellous ending. Maybe they were the half that thought Carrie was amazing as opposed to deeply irritating. But then, I was always going to root for Damian wasn't I?) it was a fantastic series. I actually clapped at the way they got Brody into the bunker. And Walker ruffling the hair of the old lady hostage made me laugh out loud.
My favourite is still the episode with Brody wanking though. I may buy the dvd entirely for that.