REASON TO WATCH: Series finale, with some surprises. Cannot elaborate or — you know the old line — the General will have to kill me, too.
CATCHING UP: Lincoln (Dominic Purcell) is in bad shape with a gunshot wound, and — perhaps even worse — he is the prisoner of Mommy Dearest, Christina Rose (Kathleen Quinlan). Meanwhile, General Krantz (Leon Russom) of the Company has Sara (Sarah Wayne Callies) — and much worse for her, she’s being guarded by T-Bag (Robert Knepper).
WHAT IT’S ABOUT: This two-parter is a true wrap of a very complicated stemwinder of a series, but the story is surprisingly clear and not terribly cluttered with a bunch of baggage that must be cleared away first.
Michael (Wentworth Miller) has vowed to get his brother, Lincoln, and Sara back in one piece, without giving up Scylla — the Company’s top-secret gizmo that, in the wrong hands, pretty much means the end of the world. This proves to be a tricky balancing act, and let’s just say that Mike puts compact explosive devices to good use.
Meanwhile, C-Note (Rockmond Dunbar) and Sucre (Amaury Nolasco) badly want to get ahold of Michael to finally clear their name. There’s someone else who shows up as well, but we can’t reveal any names here. (Sorry. You ask the General. Good luck.)
BOTTOM LINE: By this point after four years, Fox and creator Paul Scheuring have no reason to please anyone other than themselves and the fans who have followed the series from the opening credits back in 2005 to a point now where “Prison Break” is so fundamentally different that it pretty much needs another name. These fans need closure, deserve closure, and will get closure.
But maybe the question should be — will they like this particular closure? Let the debate begin Friday night at 10:01! For the most part, this is a satisfying conclusion to a show that never quite reached critical mass, but, nonetheless, had a deeply devoted following. That surprise ending? It may force a few to question their long-standing devotion while others will say “perfect.”
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