Allow me to begin by prefacing my review: I'm a straight male, married with children and religious. That has no bearing on my perception of this episode. I've seen everything from 60's television onwards.
From The Andy Griffith Show, MASH, I Love Lucy, Cheers, Sanford and Son, All in the Family, up to The Sopranos, Prison Break, Breaking Bad, House of Cards, Narcos, and everything in between. This single episode affected me more than all of those shows ever could.
It did so by appealing to my heart and showing me who we truly are - we're vulnerable, afraid, lonely, brave, loving, protective, strong and weak all at the same time - we're human! And we're fortunate enough to have witnessed, in my humble opinion, the greatest television episode ever made.
The writing was coherent, nuanced and brilliant, the pace was perfectly maintained from scene to scene, the acting was tender and reciprocated so seamlessly from one actor to the next. And the attention to the most minute details from the choice of song to the symbolism of the strawberries. Every second was shot with purpose and maintained the singular underlying philosophy that regardless of what the world may throw at us we are always striving to find our purpose in the eyes of our loved ones.
I hope people can set aside their differences and marvel at the brilliance that is this artful, heartfelt depiction of the human condition set against a backdrop of despair and danger.
My sincerest gratitude to everyone involved in the making of this episode.
