Ken Levine, a TV comedy writer, wrote a couple of months ago about something that has been annoying the shit out of me since the sixth or seventh season of Buffy. It has been going on a lot longer than that, but since I started being bothered by it, it has become even worse:
It seems every one hour show ends now with the obligatory montage bouncing from one main character to the other, each alone, each in a different location, and each soul searching and oozing angst. Rain slicked streets and mood lighting a must. And over this is some dreary song by some new artist that the showrunner discovered on KaZaa or satellite radio, plaintively wailing some life advice that is designed to touch us all with its perception and depth.
All timestamps are Melbourne time.