As we plough through the remaining episodes of Sons of Anarchy it’s clear that it is hellbent on following the same labyrinthine trail that The Shield, the show where Kurt Sutter made his notorious name, blazed in its extraordinary final season. Complication piles upon complication as the club self-destructs and becomes more and more irrelevant to the town of Charming every week. Sutter seems determined to shove in every fucked up grisly storyline he ever thought of before the ending – a tongueless blinded Otto being raped and Tig drowning the Persian in a bath full of piss have been the enduring images. Looking at his body of work as a whole Kurt Sutter is so rape fixated he’s got a great shout to be Clownton Abbey showrunner when Julian Fellowes‘ heart finally packs in. (This week on Clownton: Carson is found in a hotel room with a dead trans hooker while Lady Mary tries to make peace with the Mayans after last week’s kindergarten massacre).
Looking at his body of work as a whole Kurt Sutter is so rape fixated he’s got a great shout to be Clownton Abbey showrunner when Julian Fellowes’ heart finally packs in.
As an increasingly desperate Jax struggles to extricate himself from the multiple tendrils of the M.C. to effect his exit strategy – he, Tara, Abel and Thomas far, far away. A surgeon’s househusband and his loving family – what every outlaw biker secretly dreams of. Tara though has other plans. With her imprisonment looking increasingly likely she secretly plots to make Wendy legal guardian to the boys so she can take them far, far away from Charming, Jax, his loopy mom, everything. So the juggling multiple chainsaws on a tightrope Jax has been doing all these years will all be for nothing. Ain’t that a bitch?
Jax’s exit strategy – he, Tara, Abel and Thomas far, far away. A surgeon’s househusband and his loving family – what every outlaw biker secretly dreams of.
The dispute with Galen and the Irish Kings reaches something of a watershed when the Micks blow up the clubhouse, leading to no significant casualties but a very bad taste in the mouth. The Kings are looking to break Clay out of prison so he can run guns out of Belfast which is exactly the kind of big picture clearheaded thinking we’ve come to expect of them. Clay passes the news onto Gemma in a conjugal visit where the guards force them to rape each other as they watch so they can be permanently traumatised by sex forever. I don’t even know where to begin with that one.
The guards force them to rape each other as they watch so they can be permanently traumatised by sex forever.
Sons has always been a good show and Kurt Sutter has always been a lunatic. Betrayal, subterfuge and unlikely reverses are its bread-and-butter and with 8 episodes left there’s room for an absurd amount of twists before we see Gemma standing on a pile of bodies holding Thomas and Abel, smoking machine gun at her feet and a victory glint in her eye. That will be her Emmy moment. It’ll make as much sense as any other ending you can think of.
The verdict: Jax is Jax/I want my baby back/Clay is Clay/I think those screws are gay.
Marks out of 10: 7.5