SPOILER ALERT: Some vague references in here to the busy doings in the season/series finale.
After a long, contorted but always-interesting season, “Damages” concluded with a dizzying series of events that not only tied up loose ends from the current season but went back to at least try bringing some closure to earlier ones as well.
By my count, there were two murders, a suicide, two attempted murders, and a pair of murder confessions for earlier crimes — all in a 90-minute installment that was really only about 65 minutes minus commercials.
I believe the technical term for that is, “Holy crap.”
The real joy in the show has always been the casting, with terrific supporting work from the likes of Ted Danson and (this year) Campbell Scott, the tortured son of a family engaged in a Madoff-like Ponzi scheme. (Between this, “Bored to Death” and “Curb Your Enthusiasm,” Danson is enjoying the kind of late-in-life flourish that most actors would and should envy.)
At time the show seemed to be biting off more than it could chew this year, but in hindsight the producers must have had a pretty good inkling that this was their last rodeo, and they endeavored to go out with a bang.
Actually, several bangs.
Whatever its shortcomings, with its time-bending storytelling “Damages” qualified as big-brain TV — probably too big, in hindsight, for its own commercial well being.
Once you gave in to it, though, the show certainly kept your interest. And while I’m still a trifle dazed from the final flurry of deaths, near-deaths and confessions, I have to applaud them for cramming that much dirty, disgusting, amoral business into such a relatively confined, crowded space.
Then again, this is New York City.