The end is near, “Big Love” fans. After a frenzied Season 4 that seemed crammed tighter than a size 8 in size 2 skinny jeans, it now seems that the show has taken some lung-clearing deep breaths out in the desert and returned for Season 5 — its last — in top form. Let’s open a box of Russell Stover chocolates to celebrate, shall we? Have a chew.
Loved that the season opened with a clear breath of fresh outdoorsy air. The family was sitting comfortably around the campfire listening to patriarch Bill (Bill Paxton) singing a yarn about mining for gold in the Yukon. There were no casinos, no D.C. lobbying, no ostrich farms in Mexico, no parroting on the black market. This premiere took us back to where it all started, and back to where we could love them best: to the family. Just a husband, three wives and their children (who were themselves also streamlined: Teenie has apparently gone away to live with Sarah). Back to basics. Back to nature. Back to the core of things. It seemed like the election, the coming out, all the stuff that happened out on the reservation, was all just a bad dream.
Or was it? As the cameras panned through the campsite, there were the salacious headlines, splashed across the newsprint. Only, they were yesterday’s news, now old and dated and in a receptacle, set aside as kindling for the fire. It’s been just a week since Bill won the election as state senator and came out to the world about his plural marriage. After the prying media circus descended upon them and their suburban Salt Lake City cul-de-sac, the entire crew took off in the middle of the night to get away, lick their wounds and feel like themselves again. It seemed to do the trick, though Bill was keen to get a move-on back to the city before temperatures dropped. “There might be flurries in the patches passes,” he remarked. Barb, however, foresaw something far stormier and threatening. “An avalanche,” she remarked. “Won’t that just take the cake?”