Recap of Good Omens Season Finale: Something Is Getting Closer

 

 

I had a feeling! Gabriel was obviously in love. And I had a strange hunch it was with Beelzebub, because they appeared off-kilter while Gabriel was missing. Even though the mystery was addressed sparingly, it finished in a pleasing way for me. Our guys' condition is less favourable.

First and first, kudos to the Good Omens crew for creating something even more blasphemous than season one. People who are enraged by such behaviour are enraged to the extreme. If they hadn't already written the programme off for how it treated Revelations. Furthermore, they would most likely despise all gays. But an archangel and a Duke of Hell falling in love? That's Anne Rice-level hot bullshit. Congrats.

But, before the major disclosure, there are a few little ones. Crowley and Muriel go snooping while Nina, Maggie, and Aziraphale repel the demonic army with an absurd amount of fire extinguishers. Muriel does not have permission to access the files Crowley requires, but he does. Heaven's passwords are never changed. Anyone who has had security training at a major business should be aware that hell developed anti-phishing techniques. However, two-factor authentication may be ideal.

Crowley discovers that Gabriel is dissatisfied with the current Armageddon plot. "That's a nah," he declares. We're not sure why, but it was enough to get Gabriel shitcanned. He almost joyfully accepts that he would be cast down as a demon, only to discover that he is only being demoted. Rather to accept the demotion, he buries his memories in a matchbook and then returns to earth naked. I'm not sure why the nudity was crucial to the plot, but thank you nonetheless. Crowley notices Gabriel putting something in the large box he brought to Aziraphale's, so it's back to Earth to discover out what's in the box. The entire celestial gang joins in as well.

It's a good thing heaven is falling down because hell is coming up. In defence of his human companions, Aziraphale performed "the thing with the halo," which may be considered an act of war against hell. The fire extinguishers worked for a while (and it was entertaining to witness the demons do a Double Dare physical challenge only to be yeeted out of the material plane time and time again), but desperate times demanded desperate tactics. Fortunately, Crowley solves the Jimriel problem in such a way that both heaven and hell are implicated on a systemic level.

Crowley discovers that Gabriel put a letter for himself on the large empty box. "I'm in the fly," it announces. Lord of the Flies Beelzebub finds the one fly in Aziraphale's bookstore. And we understand what led Gabriel on this road by probing into Jim's pupil (gross).

This is the third romance of the season. In Edinburgh, Gabriel and Beelzebub make their own "arrangement": no more attempts to bring the eschaton into the present. They also discover that they both like the song "Everyday" by Buddy Holly. It becomes their song, and that moment is so adorable that I halted to giddily applaud like a fool.


Crowley and Aziraphale learn about their sentiments more later than Gabriel and Beelzebub. But, you know, it's usually simpler for the second person to climb a mountain. They decide to fuck off to a nebula and call it quits. Shax is pleased because Beelzebub's absence creates a ducal vacancy in hell. And Gabriel's position is still up in the air.


Oh, and Metatron has arrived. Derek Jacobi is the ideal angel, all know-it-all and stuffy. In addition, I believe he is the oldest person to have ever ordered an oat-milk latte. Metatron has a little huddle with Aziraphale after heaven and hell have left their respective sides of the playground. Meanwhile, Nina and Maggie want to smush Crowley and Aziraphale together, just like they did at the ball. Crowley, it's time to express whatever you're feeling! Is that correct?

Remember how I stated it couldn't be more perfect if Aziraphale had a job that would take him to Paris? He's gotten a job that will take him to Paris. Metatron wants him to be the next HAIC in heaven, and as part of the agreement, he's ready to re-angelify Crowley. Poor dummy, he's so pleased about this brilliant scheme that will allow him to have his cake and eat it too. Crowley, on the other hand, isn't biting. Even if he didn't fall, but meander aimlessly downhill, he has a legitimate gripe with heaven. And quite rightly so! This season made paradise appear much worse than the previous one, which was about the arbitrary nature of good and evil as contested by organised religion. Crowley want to remain in a place where there are nightingales, wine, and kissing. Aziraphale is determined to make a difference. The traditional separatist vs change from within issue that has torn many a progressive marriage apart.


Our men share a Big Damn Kiss, but it feels hurried. And wistful. In fact, the entire will-they-won't-they portion of the ending feels like a sequel hook and not self-contained. It feels like the Marvel Cinematic Universe (in the most negative way conceivable). Never letting anything stand on its own, always teeing up the next item. Metatron mentions the second coming (probably the major narrative engine of season three), Crowley goes away depressed, and we're all gone without achieving an emotional conclusion. I understand that if they want the programme to return for another season, this is what they must do. But, in this profession, why leave even one ball in the air when you don't have to?

At least Crowley got his apartment back.