Awww, Jesus. Poor John Crichton can't catch a break.

I've just watched the season 3 finale and am now cursing Farscape. Curse you, Farscape and your ability to make me intermittently laugh, scream in empathetic pain, soak up the epic (ie. strike stupid poses and shriek) and :(-face like my life depends on it!

Why does everything have to be so brutal and hurtful(ly good)? I think this is probably the only show to have a final stand-off of such Wagnerian proportions immediately followed by the declaration/separation to end all declarations/separations. It's like this show is stuck in a perpetual state of climactic emotional zenith. I'm still reeling from the concentrated amount of feeling and the sheer poignancy of the struggle undergone by these two characters.

Most of the time, when I see fictional characters wangsting, I scoff and assume they're making a mountain out of a molehill, but this is different: this is complicated, utterly fucked-up and as beautiful as it is dangerous. To the point that I suspect that if these two crazy kids weren't John and Aeryn, we'd be treated to much more drama-à-gogo, tearing of hair and rending of garments.
Stay, leave, hurt, feel, lie, tell the truth: this is so beautifully messed-up.

Can't I be allowed at least one restorative episode after the Lion's Den arc? By the way, how absolutely perfect are the titles for those two episodes?! These characters have a way of altering the odds that makes rooting for the underdogs so very fulfilling.