This Is Us: The Season Finale Follows the Series’ Natural Rhythm—First Tears, Then Relief
(Episode 1.18)
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In the penultimate episode of This Is Us’ first season, Jack’s actions and Kate’s big reveal had us all preparing for the worst. Having said goodbye to William in “Memphis,” it looked as though we were about to learn the truth about Jack’s death, and I, for one, was tricked into believing it would be the result of a horrific drunken accident en route to see Rebecca perform. But series creator Dan Fogelman allows the season finale, “Moonshadow,” to go out on a relatively calm and contemplative note, one that strongly mirrors the Big Three’s moments of self-reflection in the pilot. This Is Us has come full circle.
“Moonshadow” focuses entirely on Jack and Rebecca—who they were prior to meeting one another, and how they grew together (and subsequently apart) over sixteen years of marriage. After returning from Vietnam, Jack struggles to find full-time employment and suffocates under the tyranny of his father, not to his mother’s defenselessness. He’ll take on any odd job he can get, even if it means letting well-meaning grannies to set him up with their friends’ granddaughters. He’s dedicated his life to being everything his father isn’t—respectful of women, honest and hard-working—but despite being the good guy, he has little to show for it. He’s in need of purpose. Though he’s working towards his dream of owning a car body-shop with his buddy Darryl, the peanuts he scrapes together on a daily basis don’t get him anywhere—and when he finally decides to channel his inner bad boy and steal a wad of Happy Hour tips from the cash register of his local watering hole, it’s Rebecca’s rendition of “Moonshadow” that stops him from going through with it. She literally changes the course of his life.
Rebecca, determined to make her big break as a musician, is the black sheep of her group of soon-to-be-married friends, all of whom are delighted to devote their lives to being full-time housewives. Her girlfriends—whose mentalities and fashions seem to hail straight from Hart of Dixie’s Bluebell, Alabama—are making important life decisions, such as whether to serve filet mignon or lobster at the wedding reception, and they can’t possibly understand how Rebecca isn’t falling apart without a boyfriend or a “real” career to speak of. The scene is infuriatingly accurate: Many a writer, artist or musician is familiar with the pitying, ridiculing looks Rebecca’s friends give her, incapable of opening their minds to the possibility of pursuing their dreams, no matter how difficult. They also happen to be the type of women who depend on men for their happiness—because, really, what’s a woman’s worth without a husband and kids?