
I know Grey’s Anatomy has already had it’s “Fall Finale,” but while I was at my parents house last week, a rerun of an episode from earlier this season was airing. I watched as the lovable interns and the super-doctor-surgeon-mentors fielded questions about Denny Duquette’s death (Denny had quite a year dying on Grey’s Anatomy and in the Season 2 opener of Supernatural, where he played John Winchester). I thought about how the interns cut Denny’s LVAD wires (I don’t know what the LVAD wires did but apparently could’ve kept Denny alive indefinitely), lied to their superiors, manipulated multiple physicians and another entire hospital staff with half-truths, denied a legitimate transplant patient a heart and convinced Dr. Burke to steal a human organ just before his return to Seattle Grace where he was accidentally shot. Denny died because of what the interns did, and when it came time to answer to hospital administration, all of the interns and surgeons stuck together, because you know, they’re all like family.
Who is writing this? These physicians steal a heart, kill at least one person, disobey every authority figure, miserably fail every ethical challenge placed before them, and face zero negative consequences. They do not lose their licenses, they do not lose their internships, they are not sent to jail, they are not sued by any of the victims families and in fact aren’t even placed on leave.
This situation is just one turd in the bucket of bullshit that the Grey’s Anatomy writers are selling us. I still love the show and watch it religiously, I guess I would just like to be offered a semi-plausible storyline. It was less of a stretch of my imagination to believe that Cindy Mancini really fell in love with Ronnie Miller in Can’t Buy Me Love, or that Randy Bodek was the hottest selling, milf-nailing, pizza delivering male prostitute West of the Mississippi in Loverboy.
Denny Duquete did have a shitty year. Can’t he get work where he doesn’t show up for 3 episodes and doesn’t die?
FYI, Can’t Buy Me Love is one of the better movies in the Universe: My VHS copy is almost at its breaking point. When you see McDreamy on one of your fabulous trips to wherever it is you go that the stars are hanging out (how do you always manage to see Hollywood’s elite when you leave town?), please ask him to sign an autograph for me that reads: “Amanda - you have the nicest pair of rhododendrons in town”. Thank you. And go to the cabin.
Okay, it’s been almost a month and nothing new posted. We need a 24 review dammit!