Chris (chrisjournal) wrote,

Oh no, not again

Shades of Rod Stewart... Now all of *you* have the earworm too: Infatuation, la la.

And it's gratifying to see that those of you who are also infatuated seem to be experiencing similar phenomena(e? my Latin sucks). I imagine there are at least a few of you who will tolerate my incessant babble.

Er, just in case: what follows is spoilery for all of Season 1.

There really are thousands of things still milling about my brain cells, including who's at the door, what I think may happen next season, and why I'm fairly certain there's no V/D (hee. love that acronym) in the offing.

So get to the point already, you say. Yes, yes. I'm working on it. Here's the thing:

Today, a non-VM post on my flist reminded me that I wanted to babble a bit about Lianne Mars, UberBitch.

Watching the finale and squeeing into my notepad, I asked myself a question that many less than ecstsatic viewers and some who are like me and "loved it anyway" have asked: What was the point? Why didn't they tie off the Lianne loose ends and integrate her into the solution to the mystery?

I didn't tip to it while I was watching other than on some intuitive level, but the whole point really was that Lianne is a drunk, and we were shown just how not-the-perfect-mommy she is/was/will be in order that we'd understand just where Veronica's bizarrely rose-colored yet fatalistic sense of the universe comes from. Lianne and Lilly framed Veronica's cockeyed optimism perfectly, while Logan, Weevil, and Duncan acted out mirror images in Veronica's funhouse point of view on the world. We'll save the trio for another post, I think.

I can tell already, this *not* going to be terribly linear, folks. If you're looking for a well-formed essay on the meaning of Lianne Mars in VM Season 1, you'd probably better go find it elsewhere. It seems I'm going to ramble all over creation and back again. Feel free to bail at any time, no hard feelings at all.

There is sooooo much crappola that goes into living with an alcoholic parent, especially a functioning alcoholic parent.

Primary, of course, is skill at denial and dexterity with evasive maneuvers. Veronica Mars is a master of these. For all her Nancy Drew-ness, she told the truth when she told Logan "That's what I do". She hides -- until someone she cares about is honestly hurt by that denial. And she generally doesn't fix things until someone really is hurt, too. Once in a while, you get a chance to fix those hurts you cause out of your fear and hesitancy in real life, and Veronica got a shot at it when she called Alicia to come sit with Keith. Hubris, arrogance, insensitivity? Maybe. From where I sit, though, it's just another flavor of broken.

Lianne was but a walking, talking, stinkin' drunken bitch reminder to all of us that Veronica Mars is a 17-year-old almost-woman, not a superhero.

When Veronica kicked Lianne out of the house, she was facing up to reality, clearing away old cobwebs, and righting a wrong or five. Pretty easy to do when you've just accidentally found out who killed your best friend, discovered that your best friend wasn't *quite* who you thought she was, accused your boyfriend of killing same best friend, been captured and almost killed by a maniac, and nearly caused your father's death by leading him into an unnecessary trap.

All because you were too timid to face up to reality much, much sooner. Because you weren't a better friend. Because you wanted, oh so desperately, for that fairy tale image you'd developed of home and hearth pre-murder, to be true. Because you couldn't admit that you were not invincible.

When you reach that point with an alcoholic parent, when you've finally had enough, the descent to rock bottom is a scary one.

The only thing that matters to you is control, and you've lost it. Throw in a little rape reveal just for good measure, sublimate that worry that you might only be your mother's daughter, and then get a clue-by-four that the boy you've been fooling around with is yet again proving not to be what you wished he was, and you're gonna fall apart at the seams. But gracefully. Because *that's* what you're good at. That's what mama taught you: how to pretend that it's all okay, you're in control, and things are gonna be just fine. Even when they aren't. Because letting on means vulnerability, and you know where that leads, oh so very well.

Hrmmm. On a roll there.

See, that's the thing. This show isn't about Lilly's murder. It isn't about romantic relationships of any particular sort (though it *is* about relationships of every sort). It's about Veronica -- and yeah. I think she was pretty damned in character during the finale.

What's that line in Tara's speech to Willow, when they reconcile? Something about when it all falls apart? That. That's just what Veronica did/does. She does her damnedest to skip straight to the kissing. It's how literally living inside a lie for most of your life teaches you to do things. And it works, but only for a while.

Watch the farewell scene with Lilly again. You'll see what I mean.
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