Nip/Tuck finale: it was a far, far better thing

The image should clue or the flava on how the show--for six years alternately shocking, titillating, shark-jumping--ended.

I won't spoil it. However, as a fan of Charles Dickens I will say that Christian finally had his Sidney Carton in A Tale of Two Cities moment. No he didn't go to the guillotine for Sean, but in sacrificing, all went out happy. Matt the elfin, dumbass son, was, well, Matt. We got to see Wilbur again...once. Everything went to equilibrium, to the strains of Art Garfunkle's "I Love You."

I liked it. Look, given the lame or fanboyish finales of now versus yore, it wasn't bad. "Lost" is looking lame; and remember the "Sopranos" fiasco? The only satisfying finale I note recently was the amazing montage at the end of HBO's "Six Feet Under." Back in the day we had the last "M*A*S*H*," or the second "Newark" series merging with a wink and chuckle into the first.

Nip/Tuck does literally end with a wink--involving Christian, of course. It produced the grin, then chuckle, in me. Then it was 11pm and bedtime. No controversy or debate. No rush to Twitter or fan sites. No gossip over a Nip/Tuck movie or reunion. Just contentment. Equilibrium. Thanks, Ryan Murphy. Thanks for a cool run.