This morning my boss called me and said, “There’s really no reason for you to come in today. Have a nice, relaxing Sunday.” And I said, “Don’t mind if I do!” and fired up the Netflix. Friday evening I watched the first two episodes of the Gilmore Girls Revival with a few like-minded friends. It was wonderful. I was hooked and engaged and hanging on every quickly delivered word. I missed last night’s viewing party of the second two episodes to go to the movie theater to see Dr. Strange (which paled in comparison to Fantastic Beasts – just paled). So this morning when I got the chance to watch the second half of the revival I jumped at it!
As soon as I finished watching, and after I yelled, “WHAT?!” a half dozen times, I jumped on Facebook to check out all the Gilmore Girls-related articles I’ve saved over the past week and read them. Alise at Read. Write. Repeat. wrote a reaction piece that prompted my own post here. I started typing a comment to her post and just kept typing! Brittany Gibbons kept it simple with 3 likes and 3 dislikes. I could never boil it down so simply, but a good consensus seems to be nobody liked the musical and most everyone agrees something was off about Berta.
BuzzFeed has a nice bullet point style article that resonated with me. It tempted me to watch the whole thing again and make my own list of reactions. But there’s no time for that! I have feelings NOW. Lots of feelings. Most of them very positive. Some of them still fuzzy and confused. And the best way to figure out feelings is to write about them. So here I go.
One thing (perhaps the only thing) that has always bothered me about Gilmore Girls is how they completely disregard time. We all know about Friday night dinners, but then the next day was rarely Saturday and the girls would talk about last week or last Wednesday or yesterday and well, watch the first 7 seasons – the timeline rarely makes sense. Winter seemed to really follow that pattern. Rory is here, she’s there, she’s apparently a millionaire with her own jet just zipping back and forth across the Atlantic. It was a little distracting, or at least it would’ve been if I hadn’t decided years ago to just suspend the realities of time when it comes to the Gilmores.
I actually booed when I saw Logan. Ugh. Heavy sigh. I’ve just… it’s just… Logan’s a douche. Right? I mean, I know, I know he has a long list of really great qualities. It’s adorable that after all these years he still calls Rory “Ace.” It’s wonderful how he pursued her and believed in her and encouraged her. It’s fun and inspiring how he takes her on adventures and whisks her away and interrupts her college class to put on a show. But, well, he’s completely having a full blown affair with her when he’s engaged. Not exactly a class act move.
Also, he’s competent and confident and successful and while there is nothing wrong with any of those qualities, he still manages to make me feel slimy. I don’t think he’s hiding anything – he’s never been ashamed of his money or how he gets things done – but there’s just something about him that has never sat right with me. And I think his affair with Rory and how he clearly sees absolutely no problem with the arrangement is the kind of thing that has never sat right with me about him. Whatever he wants to do, he does, without apology. Which sounds good, until what he’s doing is something terrible for which he absolutely should apologize. And when Rory is with him, she is him. She becomes part of his entitled world. She steals a yacht. She drops out of Yale. She sleeps with another woman’s fiance. I never was and never will be #TeamLogan.
I actually cheered when I saw Luke standing in Lorelai’s kitchen. They’ve always been meant for each other. We all knew that, right? Lorelai’s darkest days, in my opinion, where the days when she got married to Christopher without Rory there. Ugh. A mess. We all also know that Lorelai doesn’t always make the best choices in her relationships, but with Luke it just felt right. Comfy and home. I like that Lorelai is still working at the Dragonfly, living in her house, wearing poofy floral print blouses tucked into form fitting dress pants, eating at town hall meetings, and drinking coffee at Luke’s. I like that Lorelai settled in. That her life is comfortable and routine and dependable. (Hm, Suzanne, I wonder what kind of life you’re dreaming of…)
Their wedding was perfect. While I was looking forward to a good ol’ fashioned party in the town square, we’ve had those. Luke and Lorelai’s love is beautiful because it doesn’t have to be all that. It doesn’t have to be a room full of daises or a trip to France. It’s just the two of them standing where they’ve stood a thousand times before and loving each other as they have and will for years. It’s beautiful. Although I do believe Jess should have been there and I was totally hoping for another Jess/Rory wedding kiss.
If I could whistle, I would’ve done that sexy cat calling whistle that people do when I saw Jess. Oh Jess. My heart. And frick can he fill out a v neck. I have always believed that Rory is at her best with Jess. Even when she was kind of emotionally cheating on Dean (that girl does have a history with unfaithfulness) and missing her mom’s college graduation, Jess ultimately brought out the best in Rory. He understands what is, or at least what should be, important to her. He doesn’t get caught up in the flash and glamour of money like she does. He is a simple man with a passion and a talent. He is someone you can trust, someone who will choose to love Rory and then just keep loving her. I believe that! I honestly do! And yes, I do recognize that these people aren’t technically real, but characters are real people, too, in their way, with consistent characteristics and behaviors. And this is who Jess is. He is good.
I’m certainly not surprised that it’s Jess who gave Rory the idea of writing a book. And I’m certainly not going to deny that when I saw the name of the manuscript I jumped straight to the ugly cry. It’s perfect. Rory’s whole life is somehow her relationship with her mom. And in the closing scene (before Rory dropped the BOMB) I thought about how beautiful this whole journey had been, this journey of Lorelai’s. She is the one who grew and succeeded and failed and lived her dream! She is the one moving forward, who had to work really hard and make hard choices. She had to learn how to apologize! But she did it! She did it. And now she gets to keep going.
I guess we’re here, at the end. Those four words. Rory’s pregnancy. My first thought was, “Rory is not going to be a good mom.” For which I feel like I should apologize, but let’s just picture Rory with a baby now for a moment.
My second thought was a jump forward in time to Jess and Rory. To Jess being the Luke to Rory’s Lorelai. To Jess sacrificing for a child that wasn’t biologically his because the child’s biological father (who I’m just assuming is Logan) was too busy being rich and entitled to make any kind of sacrifices. Of course Logan would say what he was supposed to say. He would say, “Are you sure?” And Rory would say yes, she’s sure, she can do this herself. Her mom did it. But she would be tearing up and she wouldn’t look him in the eye and we would all know she wasn’t sure, but Logan would take her word for it because it would be the easy way out.
I just hope that Rory wouldn’t string Jess along for as long as Lorelai did Luke. That because of Lorelai and Luke that Rory’s eyes would open quickly. That she would see what she had in front of her and not let pride or weird projections of her own mistakes get in the way of what she could have.
Again, I do know these people aren’t real.
Random final comments –
Sookie is the best. Just so great. She was the same ol’ Sookie! I wish Sookie and Jackson hadn’t left, though. I wish we had gotten to go back to their house. So many memories there!
I love Laine and Zach’s life. That they have their kids and they have their band and they have their crazy comfy house and their… life! It’s nice.
Luke giving out random Wifi passwords at his diner might be my favorite part of the whole thing. Seriously.
Berta and Gypsy being the same person wasn’t really an Easter egg. It was just weird. That being said, I kind of liked that Emily opened up her home to this family. I imagine when you lose someone as she did it would be very natural to want to fill the emptiness with relationships. Also, Berta didn’t really actually speak real Spanish, which was also weird. The fact that she just said lots of Spanish words (not really real sentences) made me think there was going to be some Berta twist – like she was really someone’s relative pretending to be a maid or… something. I don’t know. I obviously didn’t spend as much time thinking about Berta’s possible secret identity as I did about Rory and Jess’s future. But something didn’t sit right with that lady.
I’m a little bummed we didn’t get to see Liz and TJ, but super tickled they accidentally joined a cult. And then that the cult decided they were too weird. Perfect.
Kirk was great. Just the right amount of Kirky weirdness.
I think it’s dumb that Paris and Doyle were getting a divorce. They were so perfect together! I bet Doyle realizes what a sell out he had become just before their divorce is final and they work it out in the end.
The musical bit was too long.
I love how Dean and Rory got to chat in Doose’s and of course Dean would have a son named Grady. Super fitting.
I didn’t care for the Life and Death Brigade outing. That part of Rory’s life has always seemed so surreal to me. Who just goes to a tango club and then buys it?
In the end, I’m so grateful for this whole thing that is Gilmore Girls. For how much it means to so many of us and how it brings people together and causes us to think and process and imagine and dream and defend. Any episode of the show always makes me feel this nostalgia that kind of hurts and also makes me smile. It’s a wonderful thing and having this next installment just felt so special. It felt like going back to visit old friends. I wish for more while at the same time fear what more would do. We can’t live in Stars Hollow forever can we? At some point I guess we have to say goodbye.