...Could they pull it off we all were asking? And by golly didn't they just tonight!
I refer not - though one easily could - to Our Team's stuffing of Roma by 7 [yes - SEVEN!] to 1, but rather to the finale of 'Life on Mars'.
Some whimsical playing with the real and the unreal was to be expected, a first kiss between our hero and the luscious Annie a requirement, the ultimate vindication of Big Gene Hunt a must.
But how could all of that be wrapped up and neatly packaged according to the demands of narrative integrity, given that - I am convinced - when they set off they simply had no idea journey's end?
A neat touch that, giving the Test Card Girl the last 'word' in turning off the screen once Sam had driven away - now firmly, finally fallen to Earth in 1973 - with the gang, Annie duly kissed, to capture more baddies the Gene way.
Slightly spooky in a 'Don't Look Now' way that final flourish. Actually the whole thing could be seen as a John Fowles / Michael Ondaatje cross-over tribute. Did it all spring from that one Bowie line 'Take a look at the lawman, beating up the wrong guy'? Quite possibly, though when did our Gene ever do that? A few beatings yes for sure, but always well-deserved.
An exercise in pointless nostalgia? 1973 the 'New Black'? But why not? I'd rather a police force intent on harming real villains [not the whole story of course] than the one we have now where children can be warned they face prosecution for drawing hopscotch grids on pavements [true].
The one awkward note - a purely personal thing - Sam throwing himself off a building in order to escape from unreality to reality. Too close to home that one. Had a friend many years back who decided the only way he could free the soul was to destroy the body by jumping off the roof of an Amsterdam hotel. Not a good move for an eighteen year old too in love with Platonic philosophy. 1973 he fell to earth.
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