Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life

So, I waited nine long years for A Year in the Life. When I caught wind last year that they were doing this with Netflix, I finally subscribed to it after years of six years of resisting for the sole purpose of watching this revival (I joined sometime in May because I didn't know when they were releasing these episodes but I had to be prepared). Gilmore Girls has been my favourite TV show since I was 13. In fact, I still have all the VHS tapes of all the original airings from Season 1 to 3. (Then they started releasing the show on DVD, so I didn't have to record them anymore.) I have watched every episode of every season at least 12 times through. So this revival, which premiered this past Friday, was meant to act as some kind of closure for us die-hard fans that Season 7 (the last and only season that creator and director Amy Sherman-Palladino was not apart of) lacked. And now that I've heard the final four words (a.k.a. the way Sherman-Palladino originally intended for the whole series to end), I've just got to say: What the actual fuck? You cannot end a series like that and not have every fan revolt after. I mean, isn't the point of a revival to give closure and not an open-ended cliffhanger? (Like what the Veronica Mars movie did for the series. I had closure from that world and I was satisfied.) I sincerely hope that this means there will be a future with Gilmore Girls. Because, seriously, they cannot do this to us. It's just mean. (And now I am going to go re-watch the whole thing again. Because I am a true, dedicated fan and that's just what we do until a second revival comes along.)