The above was my reaction to the first episode of Life On Mars. Which I still stand by. All the episodes up to and including the last have been intriguing, witty and thought provoking.
It's ironic that given the chance to end the series at it's zenith, and leave it to be remembered as a good, well thought out drama, the writers have chosen to carry on to a second series, possibly a third, etc etc, and milk this cash cow for all it's worth. It's a decision that is like the seventies itself, the fading echoes of hippy values and long hair and flares hiding the tarnished wreckage of sixties idealism.
I don't blame the writers, the unexpected success means they have the chance to make more money than they may ever earn again, this may be the last series they ever produce that is this popular.
On a technical level the ending, to a otherwise strongly written episode, had the feeling of being tacked on, changed, or pre-written just in case.
So, no Fawlty Towers then, just another series destined to become a sad parody of its former strength. "Mash, Only Fools and Horses, Last of the Summer Wine" et al. Gene Hunt's world weary cynicism would be shocked by the eighties world that the series will become, milking nostalgia for all it's worth. Sam Tyler would understand it only too well.
Guess we're all ****** when you get down to it, Gene would have understood that.
The wheel is indeed just.
Ian