When you are alone with yourself all the time, with noone but yourself, you begin to go deeper and deeper into yourself until…you loose yourself. It’s a perverse contradiction. It’s like your ego begins to disintegrate until you…have no ego. Not in the sense that you become humble or gain some kind of perspective, but that you literally loose your sense of self. And I’m not sure anyone, unless they have gone through it, can truly understand…how profound that loss is. It’s like the psychic glue that binds your whole notion of existence is gone, and you become unglued.
I need the instrumental music from the show. Like the music in the clip of amantha in the satalite. It is so haunting yet beautiful
I wish I could find the score online too, especially from that satellite scene! I’ve searched everywhere, but I can’t seem to find what it is. If anyone knows, please send a message! (It’s from episode 4x02 by the way)
Sundance’s lovely, little seen drama wrapped its four-season run with beauty and forgiveness.
The characters on Rectify sometimes speak as if they’re discovering their emotions all at once. They knew those emotions were there, but they took great pains not to examine them too closely. In a sense, that’s what the show is about. It can be easy to ignore many of your less pleasant feelings when nothing really challenges your status quo, as was the case for Daniel’s family when he was in prison.
Yes, their lives had been shattered by his conviction, sentence, and imprisonment. But then they spent 19 years living with his incarceration, getting used to it and coming to understand it. Daniel’s release served as a kind of jolt to the system, a sudden shock that sent the characters spinning off course and made them realize how much unhappiness they’d been living with.
Thus, Rectify isn’t really about Daniel’s release — it’s about how his release affects both him and his family, emotionally. And over the course of its run, the show neatly mirrors itself. Season one was mostly about Daniel’s immediate reaction to reentering the outside world in the form of his hometown of Paulie, Georgia, and season four is essentially all epilogue about his family. Daniel has moved from Paulie to Nashville (though we still check in on him), but his family is left behind trying to make sense of what they’ve been through.
Before the finale, Young, who fostered such brilliant chemistry with every single one of his castmates, had only shared screen time with two of them in season four, and the finale only offered screen time with one other (though he shared a series of phone calls with a few more). The season focused on the other characters taking stock of how their lives had changed in Daniel’s handful of months spent in Paulie after getting out of prison. Marriages ended. Businesses closed. New loves blossomed.
None of this was the sort of high-stakes, pulse-pounding TV that tends to dominate headlines. It was quiet and small, driven by the innermost self. But the more you watch of Rectify’s fourth season, the more you realize that the show’s central idea is to probe everything its writers know about the characters’ emotions and help them find a way to speak about their feelings.
Watching season four is like watching a dam burst, as each character experiences some sort of major revelation about what they want in life, then finds the words to express it. There are few shows as wise about the inner workings of our minds as this one, and Rectify season four has been next level in that regard.
– Todd VanDerWerff
I watched the finale last night and I don’t think it could have been more perfect. It’s been an absolute privilege to watch this group of actors play these characters so expertly, and to watch these characters grow. And I’m so thankful that a show so meditative, beautiful, and poetic was allowed to exist for four seasons. It almost doesn’t feel of this world.
As I lay in bed last I thought about how many people have tried to help me along the way, have helped me, a few a whom are no longer alive. Way more people have tried to help me John, than have harmed me, the harm just seems to leave the deeper mark. Anyway, I’ve always felt such guilt that others were wasting their lives on me, that I was a waste that I was unworthy but last night I didn’t feel that guilt or that I was a waste. I didn’t necessarily feel worthiness but I did feel a kind of responsibility, I guess, at least a desire to try and not let you all down. Then I felt the smallest flicker of not wanting to let myself down, you know? Because somewhere in all this, I’ve managed at times to fight for myself for some reason, pride for my life for some reason. And I survived for some reason. And here I am, still for some reason. And me not knowing that reason doesn’t diminish it or invalidate it, or disprove it’s existence. And that’s what I’m going with today
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