Welcome to late-night Lifetime syndication, bitch!
Fox has finally shit-canned The O.C. According to a press release, the final episode will air February 22. Schwartz was quoted; “For a certain audience, at a certain time,” he said, “The OC has meant something. For that we are grateful.”
I’ve mostly enjoyed the show this season. I was willingly engulfed by an Autumn Reeser crush, which I’m sure was the writers’ plan all along, and that was before they rocked the Whitesnake video resets; I thought the cage match under the sewers (or wherever) at Avocado Ave. and 4th was fucking great; and I still liked Seth and Summer’s whole thing, even if it was coasting on fumes without the benefit of the best writing. (Julie Cooper and her damaged soul daughter were getting all the great asides.)
I still knew the end was near, though. Besides, everyone knows Grey’s Anatomy breaks more bands than The O.C. these days. Or, at least The Fray knows that.
Now that it’s been officially shut down, I envision an O.C. spinoff for Mini Cooper, sort of like a Saved by the Bell: The New Class. Maybe Adam Brody can hang out for that shit, be like Mr. Belding’s assistant, now that Dustin Diamond took off for the lucrative celebrity boxing circuit.
Check out all of Glorious Noise’s OC coverage over the years. Good times.