So Catastrophe ended FOREVER this week. I watched the final one last night. And I’m going to miss this show a lot.
It feels like one of the only shows on TV where Rob and Sharon and their crazy friends vaguely resemble people I actually know. Thrown together through a spontaneous moment, dealing with the consequences thereafter, I’ve loved seeing them struggle through as they’ve had children, death and work issues to deal with, somehow finding a way to keep their volatile relationship alive. One minute hating life and each other, the next proud of their achievements and family and lost without the other.
Series 3 got a bit bleak at times for me but by and large it’s been so perfectly judged and created.
It ended this week. Seemingly forever. And that ending has stayed with me for days now. I think it may be my favourite ending to a programme ever.
It encapsulates everything I feel as a parent and partner, and was so well constructed. The kids are asleep in the car in a remote location. Sharon wants to go for a swim and feel alive in those few minutes of respite, like in the old days of their relationship. She’s made a selfless decision to move country and wants a brief moment to have fun with her lover. Rob wants to join her but sees the car with their kids in it, the sign saying ‘Strong currents’ and is torn. Ultimately, for the first time since giving in to his alcoholism, he says ‘fuck it’ and goes join her.
Then that shocking piece of music comes in. I started to wonder, ‘Oh SHIT, is this why it’s called Catastrophe?’. The camera changes to long shots and eerie soft focus. And you see the car in the distance with those vulnerable kids in, whose faces you barely ever get a glimpse of (so you presumably imagine them to be your own).
Has Sharon effectively led them to their death through her desire to have a brief moment to herself and unintentional selfishness? Has Rob in a second major moment of weakness let his kids down and left his kids orphans? Or did they have a swift dip and live happily ever after, whether in London or Boston.
We’ll never know I guess. But the struggle that they both go through in that moment and what it represents in its microcosm of the daily routine is incredible. I for one hope they’re all alive and well in their slightly unbelievably big house, given their jobs, in London.
Did anyone else out there love it nearly as much as I did?!