For the past twelve weeks, Denis Leary and Co. have managed to deliver award-worthy material packed with risqué storylines and grade-A humor, but while the season finale should have been a grand slam no-brainer, they’ve managed to flush all of their hard work down the toilet with a half-assed cliffhanger ending. First off, where’s the suspense in putting Tommy in the middle of a domestic fire when we all know that they’re not going to kill of the main character? True, it was amusing to see Sheila go nuts (again) and drug him (again), but when she accidentally started a fire by breaking an oil lamp, I just knew that it would end with the old “will he/won’t he” conclusion. Unfortunately, we already know that he won’t, so there’s little to wonder there.
Everyone else, however, didn’t seem to get the same kind of respect. Franco bombed the Lieutenants exam and made himself look like a complete idiot in front of his daughter; Lou has proven himself unable to work/live on the sea; and Probie’s bicurious phase seems to have faded – of course, not until after he participated in a brother/sister threesome. And what about the Chief and Garrity? Well, Sean’s got a new life with Maggie, and Jerry appears to be unofficially retired from the firefighting business, so we can probably call both of their storylines wrapped up, while the other three guys will no doubt return to Ladder 62. And after blowing off Sheila by not signing his retirement papers, Tommy will be back as well, but the real question is: what about her?
The show has proven time and again how casual they are with killing off recurring characters, but seriously, Sheila? Who’s gonna continue fighting for Tommy when he gets back together with Janet at the beginning of season four. Personally, I could care less, because while the show has remained one of the better reasons to turn on your TV in the summertime, there’s really nothing left for me to care about.
