I finally watched Memories of the Alhambra, but wish I hadn’t. Let’s do the good stuff first. The premise was fun, confusing, never explained properly, but fun. There were lots of really interesting scenes, especially the locations in Spain. Sets, photography, music, etc. were well done. The cast was outstanding. Hyun Bin didn’t even need his dimples to be cute and sexy. (It even had a very young Lee Jae Wook in a small role that he absolutely nailed.) The chemistry between the male and female leads was OK. , but the writer didn’t give them much room to maneuver, which brings me to my big disappointment. The writing could have been better. It started well, but fell apart in the end. Great writers have great endings. Mediocre writers don’t. They can’t sustain the emotional momentum right up until that last cathartic breath when the audience accepts “it was meant to be.” Whether the ending is sad, happy, ambiguous, or a cliffhanger, great endings feel organic. The audience understands they are appropriate in the context of the story. They don’t feel, “Huh? What the hell? Where’d my ending go to? Wait, let me rewind, I must have missed something.” The ending to MOA was flat, boring, and unsatisfactory. There were too many subplots that never made sense, no loose ends were tied, the leading actors had no emotional finish lines to cross, character arcs were tossed out the window (nobody’s character changed dramatically; they didn’t grow, learn a life-lesson, or become a better or worse person), and many viewers felt uncomfortable and confused at the end. We were hungry for a happy ending, but would have settled for a tragedy like the Christ metaphor they tried to concoct, “he sacrificed himself to save others.” (Frankly I got tired of being hit over the head with so many images of Christ on the cross. All right already, I got the message.) We could have accepted a cliffhanger where a second season was implied. But none of that happened; it just closed with a dull thud. Worse yet, they threw in all kinds of miscellaneous scenes that didn’t make sense. The F. L. meandered around so they could pad the time with flashbacks they’d already shown too often. His ex-wife’s wedding made no sense at all. It was irrelevant to the plot, the ending, or the audience. Give us meat, not a narcissistic potato in a wedding gown. And what was the director thinking, “It’s a good idea to destroy 15 good episodes by making the last one a stinker?” Meanwhile an outstanding cast has to live with the knowledge that Memories of the Alhambra had the potential to be excellent, but wasn’t.