It’s over. It’s finally over. After ten seasons, the poor beast is finally dead. At first genuinely watchable, then watchably terrible, and finally just terribly unwatchable, Smallville has had a longer life than anyone could reasonably have expected. For a while the most entertaining part of the show has been speculating as to the mental state of its writers, who would repeatedly paint themselves into a corner, up the wall, through the roof and into outer space. It does not deserve our respect – only a thorough postmortem. Continue reading