Then out of nowhere, it pulled “That’s My Dog” out of its ass.

Because for four and a quarter seasons, it led me into a false sense of security it felt comfortable and safe and I knew the formula.

It felt authentic, and when by Season 4, they start experimenting with an open relationship, the devastation and desperation involved in David’s compliance with this to keep the man that he loves is truly heartbreaking.īut Six Feet Under was never a triumph to me, and in many ways, I’m thankful that it wasn’t. His relationship with boyfriend Keith never felt forced or contrived the way other relationships on the show did. that TV serial killer/woodsman that we no longer talk about because its finale episode was so bad that all the previous seasons have to be wiped from memory - was probably one of the more interesting characters on the show. But I did care about David.ĭavid - played magnificently by Michael C Hall, a.k.a. I just did not care about most of them anymore at this point. I was, however, dazzled by those brilliant death scenes at the beginning of each episode, but the second that it returned to the dysfunctional Fisher family life, I lost interest. I couldn’t stand Brenda or any of her family. Let’s face it everyone was a bit pretentious and annoying.

It was brilliant, but I can’t say that I liked any of the characters.

I hated it, was shocked by it, and to my mind, it’s also one of the greatest television episodes I’ve ever seen to this day. For some reason, that’s one of the exchanges from Six Feet Under that’s stayed with me - probably because this episode (S4 E5), “ That’s My Dog”, actually did make me vomit. What a powerful and truthful piece would affect the body and make them want to puke their very guts up. I think it was some pretentious art teacher on Six Feet Under who’d commented on how they judged whether a piece of art was good by how nauseous it made them.

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