House has reached the end of its seventh season and (I'm sorry, but I can't resist, please look away) it's in fine health. Ok it's still wedded to the formula of weird disease of the week, and there are plenty of House moments where he freezes on hearing something seemingly inconsequential, that is really the key to the case. But that comes with the territory.
This season has seen the House / Cuddy will they wont they, romance finally happen then split apart just as quickly, sending our esteemed hero into an even more self destructive tailspin. That has been one of the joys of House, he has always been deeply flawed and nothing, it seems, can rectify that. Any flashes of sentimentality are swiftly swept away in a haze of Vicodin and self loathing. And, as usual, Hugh Laurie has been excellent. I much prefer the American Hugh Laurie to the British one.
His team of sidekicks, Foreman, Chase, Taub, and Thirteen have all had their own story-lines to break up the formula a little. Although Olivia Wilde (Thirteen ) only showed up in the last five, or so, episodes, it has been the Wilson character who seems to have suffered most this season. He has been shunted aside, with his only real task being shaking his head at House.
But surely the highlight of the season must have been House, unsuccessfully, trying to remove tumours from his leg in his bath tub. He had stolen a new drug, that seemed to regrow muscle, only to find out all the lab rats had died of tumours. It was a harrowing scene, as the initially confident House descended into shaking fits.
The season finale had our hero ploughing his car into the front of Cuddy's house in a fit of jealous rage, then running off. The final scene had House wandering along a beach. What next, we ask?
So, season seven won't have made many new converts, but fans will be looking forward to season eight.
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