I binge-watched the entire four seasons over a period of three days, and at the end of season four I wanted to express myself to someone, anyone, about how unsatisfying the ending of season four was! I was sucked in at the beginning of season one with the characters: the naive ingenue oboe player, her cool offbeat best friend, the charismatic and unpredictable Mexican Maestro, and it was clear from the beginning that the inexperienced young musician and the brilliant Maestro belonged together, and that through the seasons they became closer and closer until they became an item. Then, in the last season everything goes to pieces. The talented oboe player decides to become a conductor, which is a more ridiculous ambition than being a member of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, and when she fails due to her own psychological problems she ends her relationship with the charismatic conductor and he goes completely insane. A spiteful ballet choreographer convinces him that he is participating in a conceptual art performance with no audience, no music, and no other dancers, so the Maestro dances around Central Park all by himself in the throes of total madness. Meanwhile somehow his former girlfriend gets to contuct the New York Philharmonic in a new piece by a famous composer which ends with a long standing ovation. It is as if the entire series was written by a deranged feminist whereby what is happy about the ending is that the underdog character grows throughout the seasons as her hair gets shorter, and her genius partner sinks deeper into madness as he becomes more dependent on her presence in his life. The series had me at hello, and then led me deeper down the rabbit hole to a horrible ridiculous ending almost as if the writer had had her heart broken by a Mexican maestro and this was her revenge!
Review of Mozart in the Jungle
