I thought of limiting this post to House fans only but since I can’t do it, might as well share to all of you my thoughts on House.
Even if I bombarded myself with spoilers after spoilers, nothing beats watching the season finale of my favorite show in its entirety.
I finally finished the two-part fourth season finale of House (titled House’s Head and Wilson’s Heart) and I just have to say that it’s an awesome two-parter, maybe in the same league as my personal season finale favorites, Three Stories and Honeymoon back in season one, when Stacy Warner (Sela Ward) first arrived.
Warning: some spoilers ahead!
I felt bad for Wilson and his agonizingly long wait for Amber’s fate. I must admit I didn’t like Amber when the season started but I slowly shed this utter dislike when I saw that she’s good for Wilson (and good to Wilson, too). After four seasons of getting trampled on by House (sharing the same platform with Cuddy), Wilson really shone in these episodes and I’m sure that the start of next season, we will see more of him in an uncomfortable relationship with House. He lost who could have been his best chance in finding a lasting partner; it’s not like House squandered thousands of dollars or stole his patient, which have both happened by the way. Back in season three, he almost lost it when his own finances and his license were put on the line by protecting House, but this time it’s probably harder because Amber – his Amber – died. While there was a valid medical explanation as to why she died, being at the wrong place at the wrong time did it for her, and it’s all because of House. The last scene with him looking at House in the ICU was painful. He hated his bestfriend and it’s something that will take a while to recover from.
As for Amber, just like many House fans out there, I also would like to say, Rest in peace, Cutthroat Bitch.
I would love to see more of House’s former “ducklings” – Foreman, Cameron and Chase – in action. Although in some respects, I also like seeing them doing their own thing and not all under House’s orders.
As for the new “ducklings” – Thirteen (so, she has Huntington’s eh?), Taub and Kutner – I have yet to fully appreciate them. Honestly. Even if they already shared majority of the airtime with House this whole season, a part of me still wished that Foreman, Cameron or Chase would pop in and join the weekly medical “adventure”. They still popped in some scenes but it’s not just the same.
This season finale centered on House losing four hours of his memory from a bus accident. The hypnosis, the hallucinations, the reenactments, and all other related machinations so House would remember, were very entertaining to watch. At least, he didn’t give up on remembering every single detail in the four hours he lost because he knew someone was dying and he needs to find whoever it was. Just too bad it was Amber. And even if we all figured out in the end of the first part that it was her, we were all left waiting for the answers on the WHY and HOW parts, which made the finale totally awesome.
Of course, of the long lead-in to my thoughts on the finale, I cannot leave out my (fangirl) thoughts on the development of House and Cuddy’s relationship. Since the first season – with the exception of moments where Stacy was in Princeton Plainsboro – I have always rooted for House and Cuddy (thus being a HUDDY shipper). However, I know that making it happen will somehow be the end of it. The best thing about their relationship, and the cause of all these fangirl squeals, was the anticipation. The biting remarks to each other always make the quotable quotes journal of many House fans. Sure, Cuddy has lost their banters almost all the time, and it always appears that House is objectifying Cuddy everytime he sees her, but their hidden, very hidden, respect and care for each other are surely there.
While I am pro-love, much to the disdain of other non-Huddy fans, I still kind of wish that House and Cuddy’s relationship remain as it is. Yes, even with the seemingly unresolved sexual tension between them. I mean, the concern beyond losing your best diagnostician through the following is probably enough, and safe FOR NOW, so as not to spell slow doom for their relationship:
-> Cuddy administered mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to House when he collapsed after taking some pills, to make him high and hallucinate, which increased his heart rate by a mile afterwhich it stopped. When House woke up, Cuddy’s first words to him were, “You idiot! Your heart stopped!” Well, it doesn’t sound striking when it’s just read but if you will see and hear the concern-disguised-as-anger of Cuddy, you would feel good as a fan, too.
-> House went home and rested after his collapse but woke up in the middle of the night because of an epiphany of sorts that the person they cured was not the dying one in the bus crash. Cuddy apparently was sleeping on his couch (!) and the way he practically forced her to take his pulse rate and blood pressure, to get himself ready to troop to the hospital again, was very amusing.
-> Cuddy was sleeping on a cot beside House’s ICU bed. It wasn’t as prominent because it was also the scene where Wilson was looking at House, which kicked off a tension-filled relationship of these two (House and Wilson) in the next season.
-> In the final scene, House was awake in his hospital bed, thinking of something. Cuddy was still sleeping on the cot…and they were holding hands.
Of course, there were the strip tease (in House’s hallucination, of course), the “one night when I gave you everyhing you wanted”, Cuddy’s fertility treatment, and all those Huddy undertones in the past four years.
I cannot wait for the fifth season in September. At last, there would be an avenue for the characters to develop more. This season started with it anyway, with the hiring of new ducklings, and I know that there’s no direction the show’s going to take but forward. I hope the magic would not wane in the next three seasons at least.
Lastly, the conversation of a dead Amber and a comatose House on a white bus towards the end was particularly noteworthy. It showed that yes, House is human too.
House (learning that the Amber he’s talking to is dead): Life shouldn’t be random…. lonely misanthropic drug addicts should die in bus crashes and young do-gooders in love who get dragged out of their apartments in the middle of the night should walk away clean.”
Amber: Self-pity isn’t like you.
House: No. Well, I’m branching out from self-loathing and self-destruction. Wilson is gonna hate me.
Amber: You kinda deserve it.
House: He’s my best friend.
Amber: I know. What now?
House: I could stay here with you.
Amber: Get off the bus.
House (who appears he doesn’t want to go back to reality): It doesn’t hurt here. I don’t want to be in pain. I don’t want to be miserable. And I don’t want him to hate me.
Amber: You can’t always get what you want.
I also loved the song playing at the last few minutes of the episode. You might wanna know that I’m a words-before-melody kind of music lover but I liked the whole package of the song. It is Passing Afternoon by Iron & Wine (emphasis on the last line is mine):
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she’s chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children ’till she let’s them go at last
And she’s chosen where to be, though she’s lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can’t recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling ’round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I’d never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she’ll sit and think of me
But she’ll mend his tattered clothes and they’ll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
Lest I didn’t get the point across, I’m on a House high and I cannot wait for the next season to start. 🙂