so, The Wire is over, well, its good to know that the spirit of prop Joe and Omar will live on in Slim Charles and Michael, respectively. This end seemed to bring us back to the beginning, letting us know that the story we watched over the previous 65+ hours was simply a glimpse of this ever churning cycle. We watched Carcetti become Royce and Dukie become Bubbles. For the cops and dealers, whose connection seemed irrevocable, we see the wire that bound them snipped. Those most entranced by the connections, McNulty and Lester, over play their hand and are forced to walk away from the street, like Bunny Colvin before them. Also like Bunny, McNulty chooses to "rescue" one of its victims, returning his abductee to Baltimore. Escape from the streets of West Baltimore is more difficult for those born and raised there, we recognize the draw of its brutality in Marlo's last scene, where he appears almost aroused by the violence and his own fearlessness in engaging it. The Wire was as much about the things that tie us together as those that pull us apart. Its focus last season on the lives of young men was a study in how a close group of friends can be pulled apart by circumstance. We are reminded of this motif when Dukie returns to school to beg off Pryzbylski and when Michael refuses to remember their better days. Similarly, the parallels between McNulty and Kima in Season 3 are turned on their head, as both try to rejoin their families, they lose each other. In many ways McNulty sacrificed his cop family for a real one, just as Chris said farewell to his kids in order to maintain his loyalty to his street family. The same forces that draw you to one group pull you away from another.
I was tempted, as the credits rolled on Sunday night, to start again from episode 1, and I might, I almost want to see the whole arc knowing the end this time. A television show thats worth rewatching the 3rd time, certainly deserves to be mourned.
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