So the final season of The Mentalist is a curate's egg. Once Patrick kills his bête noir Red John in a Hitchcockesque park on a Hitchcockesque day the show loses its entire backbone and flails around on the beach. Actually, it's not terrible, and the bit you'd think was really problematic - that Patrick and Teresa become a couple - works. You can see Robin Tunney really embrace a new side of Teresa (new to us) and she and Simon Baker really have a chemistry, I have to say. You could almost imagine the two of them having a show of their own, I mean, not The Mentalist.
But clearly it was time to finish up the production and as I write I am watching the second-last ever episode.
The show's producers concocted some kind of weirdo serial killer thing to ramp up the thrills to get us to a finale that approximates some of the same kind of feels we had during the Red John years. It feels weird that Patrick is not a lone wolf anymore, though.
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