I just read that Boardwalk Empire was given an early renewal for a third season, which shocks me because last night’s season 2 finale felt much more like a series ender than a cliffhanger. I’m super sick with the flu, so forgive me in advance if I sound like Roger Ebert. I’m pretty sure this is one of the worst things I’ve ever written.
The writers basically threw everyone on the cast a bone. First, they doled spoils to the minor characters. Rothstein, who is one of my favorites, got a few minutes of airtime to start what one can only assume will be a shockingly lucrative heroin business with Lucky Luciano and his squirrely-faced Jewish partner. Chalky White finally got even with the Klu Klux Klan after a season of begging Nucky Thompson for revenge. Detective Van Alden, who has rendered himself irrelevant, goes to live in a new apartment, somewhere far from Atlantic City, with his daughter and her pretty little nanny—who assumedly he marries? Who cares.