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The Deuce's inaugural season ends with a sobering and tragic denouement that underscores the series' critique of American society's marginalization of racial minorities and exploitation of women.
If you've longed for another Wire, you should watch The Deuce, which is like The Wire's shaggy, debauched sibling, a show with as many ideas in its head, but fewer answers.
The Deuce, like much of David Simon's work, is about making the audience look at people whom society refuses to acknowledge, and the Season 1 finale put its spotlight on Ruby.
As with any show in which there are so many moving pieces, it's impossible to say that The Deuce did right by every single one of them, but it did its damnedest
It's a mixture of previously rooted power and chameleon-esque adaptation, those who are able to roll with the cultural punches sure to have a big future as progress continues its steady march forward.
Never watch a David Simon show expecting a happy ending. But if you want compelling characters with an engrossing storyline, "The Deuce" is the show to watch.
The finale pulled its already established emotional grip tight... I knew that I cared deeply about these characters, and at eight episodes, this time spent in their world felt far too short.
It's a depressing outcome, largely because it was predictable.
The episode's organizing principle is to depict the spectrum of success: There are people on steady ground and there are people who feel unmoored in their own environment, and most of the time they're walking next to each other.
The Deuce saved its best, and its worst, for last.
"My Name Is Ruby" is a fantastic season finale with a couple of strange, out-of-character moments, the type that initially made me question the necessity of stretching past the hour-long mark.