Series : Pretty Little Liars
Episode : Till Death Do Us Part
Network : Freeform

For showrunner Marlene King, it has taken seven frustrating seasons to reach the end of Pretty Little Liars. Character disappearances, betrayals, Houses of the dolls, masks, lost brothers (and then found again), and oh yeah…revenge. These have been the strands of the tangled web of mystery for the Freeform series.

The two-hour finale of the series delivered a name for A.D., gave Aria (Lucy Hale) and Hanna (Ashley Benson) that happy ending fans were hoping for and the blossoming of a relationship between Emily (Shay Mitchell ) and Alison (Sasha Pieterse.)

Marriages, pregnancies and returning love are really alone secondary to the true nature of the series in comparison to what we wanted to see in the series  finale. In fact, the black gloves, the hoods, the anxious masks and the messages that have stopped our breath for 7 years have finally a face and a name: Alex Drake (Troian Bellissario).

Congratulations to Troian for being the perfidious twin of Spencer Hastings (Bellissario) in an exciting and masterful twist. We have also learned that Spencer is Mary Drake’s (Andrea Parker) daughter and therefore sister of the most perfidious Charlotte (Vanessa Ray.)

To reach the end and to complete the game, Marlene King has resorted to many topical elements of the cinema succeeding in getting good result, but not excellent.  A final not unexpected, but perhaps a typical PLL style cliché.

There are so many questions without an answer. What didn’t we wait for there? A second house of the dolls, where however the puppeteer is Mona (Janel Parrish) and the dolls are Mary and Alex Drake. Who knows that there are not the bases for a spin-off!!

In every case, unwillingly the Liars of the whole world have had to say goodbye to Hanna, Spencer, Aria, Emily and Alison.

GOODBYE BITCHES. 

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My name is Clara Grecuccio, I was born in Casarano, Italy on December 29, 1995. I am too young to have a lot of experience, but my dreams are enough great to put myself out there. "One day I'll be a writer" is the promise that I made as a child to myself. This is the phrase that I’ve repeated into the world until nauseating from the moment I traced on a blank sheet the first line that could remotely resemble a letter. Moreover, I manage a blog of writing "Un giorno sarò una scrittrice" , where my works are published. As a child , I spent my days in my bedroom to imagining worlds, people, things that in reality were not there, but in my mind they had a wonderful shape. It was the phrase and the conviction for which aged seven my parents gave me a pretty pink package with a diary and a pen inside. From that moment those worlds in my mind were no longer just the fruit of my imagination, but they became reality. Day by day, letter by letter, between an ink stain and another one, writing became my greatest passion and necessity. There was no time I had something to impress, that it was a word, a phrase, a smell, a feeling, everything had to be black on white to be worth living. What sense does it have to live if you let slip away what's happening to you?

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