Hugh Laurie and David Shore, the main creative forces behind the TV drama House, have announced that the series will end this year — after eight years of putting the acerbic, misanthropic Dr. Gregory House into every imaginable situation and seeing him solve every imaginable diagnostic problem.
House has been one of my favorite shows since it began. It’s still good, and it’s still one of the few shows that we automatically record on our DVR. I’ll be sorry when it ends, but I also understand and appreciate the decision to bring the series to closure. I hate watching favorite shows go inexorably downhill, sometimes to the point of embarrassment. If the actors and writers and producers conclude that the creative string has been played out, as apparently is the case with House, I’m inclined to trust their judgment.
With the announcement of the series’ end, the question now becomes — how will it end? There really haven’t been many great final episodes of TV shows, and often the final episode is awful. I hope that the House crew resist the temptation to tie up all the loose ends, bring back House’s ex-wife Stacy, Cameron, and Cuddy for final bows, and have House cure Wilson of cancer.
Whatever else may happen, let House be House — in all his brilliant, miserable, appalling glory — to the inevitably bitter end.