Julius is leaving to become a judge, which is wonderful for him – there are Julius cookies! – but not wonderful for the show, because Julius is a great character. Maybe we’ll see him on the bench, maybe not. Meantime, the firm needs to replace him: Lucca or Rosalyn (me neither)? There’s an interesting sub-plot about race – it’s worth noting that many of the best parts of this season have been about race – and blackness, and I’d have liked some more scenes on that, but instead the partners lose their minds and offer the equity partnership to EFFING MAIA RINDELL, back again like a bad smell, and now in cahoots with the equally wretched one-man stink bomb that is Roland Blum. At least Maia was just wet and boring before they teamed up, but now she’s also self-righteous, hypocritical and helping ruin the finale, so thanks Maia. THANKS.
What was I saying? Oh, yes, Reddick Boseman’s big play to sabotage Blum’s plan is to offer Maia a minimum five-year partnership despite her INNATE AWFULNESS and the fact she is quite determinedly helping him try to destroy them. I hate almost every aspect of this storyline and adding Judge Toby from This Is Us into the mix does not make it better. I mean, I’m sure he’s perfectly nice in real life, but all I can see is TOBY. I will admit that the Judy Giraffe and ASMR stuff is funny, though, so I suppose that’s something. And it seems to end with Maia and Blum going off to DC, so maybe we’ll get lucky and they won’t come back. Or maybe we’ll get even luckier and they’ll be struck by lightning balls on the way there. And then they definitely won’t come back. A girl can hope.
Anyway. While the partners are dealing with this nonsense, Marissa and Jay try to “handle” the Book Club woman in the most ham-fisted, guaranteed-to-make-things-worse fashion possible. “That didn’t go the way I expected,” says Marissa. “REALLY?” says CJ. Because it went exactly the way *I* thought it would, but there we go. At least there’s still time to squeeze a sweet little story about Diane and Kurt in – it’s adorable – and one last short, before we end the season with a genuinely disturbing cliffhanger putting them both in terrible danger. Which… NO. If anything happens to either of them, my posts next season might be even angrier than this one.
Notwithstanding the brilliant, if terrifying, final few seconds then, ”The One About the End of the World” is a confusing, disappointing finale for a confusing, disappointing season. I understand that The Good Fight showrunners’ view is that that’s the best way to respond to the confusing, disappointing world we find ourselves in, but we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one. The main cast were of course magnificent throughout the run, there were a handful of episodes which I did really enjoy and lots of excellent aspects even to the ones I didn’t, but this wasn’t just a “difficult” third season, it was a demented one and I found much of it deeply frustrating. If I weren’t a Good super-fan, and if I didn’t love the cast so much, I might have given up, but now we’ve made it to the end of season 3, I really, really hope the show gets its mojo back for season 4, because even I can’t be doing with much more of this.