It’s season finale time and you know we’ve been waiting for Shangie to get it together since episode one of season one – are we getting our reward at last? No. No, we most certainly are not. Why would we? We can get old pal William Shatner back and sort HIS love life. We can have yet ANOTHER sub-plot about Shade struggling with Jules’s choices and her sorting HER love life. But Shade and Angie? They appear to be doomed to dance around each other, taking turns to sort-of-accept their feelings – this week, it’s Angie’s go – while everyone around them (and everyone watching) wants to mash their heads together and sort THEIR love life, dammit. How much more can we take?
Hurrumph. As season finales go, this, like the season overall, wasn’t necessarily the Eyes at its peak but it was fine. A mildly entertaining mystery about the cut-slice cut-throat world of cakes and baking, a relatively quick if disappointingly Jimmy-punch-free dispatch for Mr Speedbump (I think. He had better not be back next season) and Angie essentially admitting to herself, if not to Shade, how she feels about him. But just as we were getting somewhere with Angie, along popped the latest distraction for Shade just to put the obligatory spanner in the works: not a new love interest, but a new daughter from an old one, making the Jules plot about birth control not only thematically significant but hugely ironic. If only Shade’s mum or his ex’s had been as responsible as Becca… now, there’s something I never thought I’d type.
Anyway. You know how much I adore Private Eyes so this is not me saying that I’m suddenly over it or any such drastic-ness. Sure, I would have liked more Maz, fewer parenting problems and no Mr Speedbumps, but there have been some fantastic episodes this season nonetheless and the show is such a lovely, warm little haven of niceness that I already miss it and I’ll be delighted when it comes back. However, even I’m getting a little tired of being strung along. Now Shade and Angie both know how they feel, and we know they know, I’m really going to need them to do something about it next season or the danger is that me being a “little tired” may turn into me being full-on exasperated.