Warning: This post contains MASSIVE spoilers for Veronica Roth’s Divergent trilogy and Grey’s Anatomy. Proceed at your own risk.
But then I watched Grey’s Anatomy a couple of weeks ago. Yes, THAT episode. That episode where a beloved McDreamy exits the show after 11 seasons. The episode that caused such an uproar on social media.
And I finally figured out how I felt about Allegiant. Because those feelings came right back after that episode.
I felt cheated. I felt incredibly cheated. Cheated from the endings that these characters deserved. Both Veronica and Shonda treated these characters–and their fans’ emotions–like crap. As fans, we are INVESTED in these characters. We understand and know and feel for and with these characters. They are a part of our lives. And yes, I am fully aware that characters die. Even characters that we love. That is a part of life, and as fans we accept that.
It’s when the death does not get the tender care that it deserves that upsets me. As a fan, characters deserve to die the same way that they lived: fully, beautifully, with purpose. Allegiant fails with Tris, just as Grey’s fails with Derrick. In both of these instances, there are holes. Their stories are both rushed, and there are massive holes, and losing them–which should have devastated us–only upset us and made us angry.
Allegiant was a trilogy finale that was completely absurd. The book was a massive info-dump of “Let me explain ALL THE THINGS in a very short amount of time.” Everything was rushed, and then, at the moment of realization of what is about to happen, I am not prepared. And not because it was a shock that Tris was going to die, but I was not emotionally primed. I felt no emotions at all–I just didn’t care. And I SHOULD have cared. Tris is such an iconic character, and she was one of the first main YA gals to die in a dystopia trilogy. And yet I felt nothing. And that really upset me, because I wanted to feel something. I should have felt something. But I didn’t get the opportunity to feel, to grieve. It was taken from me by less-than-stellar writing.
Derrick’s death was completely ridiculous. There were SO MANY holes in the way things went down. SO MANY! And it was rushed. RUSHED! It was the sloppiest writing Shonda has ever done, and it was wrong. I don’t care if she and Patrick were having problems with their professional relationship, she could have sucked it up in order to write an ending that Derrick deserved, and one that the fans deserved. 11 seasons we have watched, we have felt, we have loved. And to have the opportunity to grieve him, to feel his death in the way we felt Mark and Lexie and George and Adele and countless others. In one season we got the one of the best emotional episodes of the series–when Avery and Kepner’s baby died–and the absolute worst episode of the series, period. There was no care, no attention, no consideration taken in writing that episode, and that upset the masses.
Fandoms are fandoms, and fans are fans because of their connections to the characters and their stories, and to rob us…to rob me of the opportunity to feel the loss, to grieve the loss. This is why I am upset. I have never cared that Tris or Derrick died….losses happen, and they can happen beautifully even. But the fact that the crappy writing prevented me from caring as I should makes me wonder why I even bother. If the writers don’t care about their characters enough to write them the endings they deserve, why should I?
Love and Buttered Popcorn,