Spoilers for the finale below. Seriously. Don’t read further unless you want to be spoiled. Because you will be. I mean it.
I’ve loved Jane the Virgin for a long time, but even I was surprised at how good this season was. They managed to recover from killing off Michael of all people, and did it in a way that felt natural even though it was heartbreaking. It’s the same skill they showed when they essentially deconstructed the main plot point of their own show, and made the Virgin not a virgin anymore.
And up until Friday’s season finale, what I thought I wanted to write about was that deconstruction of Jane as Virgin. She’s no longer just a Virgin, but a published writer, a struggling mom, a worried daughter, a newly in love girlfriend, and on a roll with completing her second novel that I’m sure will be more successful than her first because you can’t keep our girl down. All of it matched the show’s theme of de-emphasizing what we believe to be the “point” of the show: Jane being a virgin, even a pregnant one, is not the entirety of her personality. Her love life is not any more important than her career or her relationships with her family because being one thing on Jane the Virgin doesn’t come at the expense of being something else. Jane is a writer and a mother equally. She can love and fight with her mother and Abuela. And most importantly, while her relationship with Raphael might seem inevitable in retrospect, the value she places on it doesn’t negate the importance of her first marriage. Raph might be her future, but Michael will always be one of the most important parts of her past.
That was until AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
MICHAEL IS ALIVE. MICHAEL IS ALIVE. MICHAEL IS ALIVE.
How? What? But the thing? Why would this have even happened and why would he do it and how does this make sense and WHO IS SHE GOING TO CHOOSE? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
So I don’t even know anymore, guys. This shit is good.