When it comes to dark, twisty dramas, The Handmaids Tale has all points covered. It’s intense, terrifying, shocking and pretty much every other synonym we can think of for “bad” and “scary.” We expected to feel a sickening combo of all those words after the season three finale Sunday night, but instead, were hit with the biggest twist of all—an actual glimmer of hope.
We’ve seen it all on this show—wild escape plans, political conflict, horrible monthly ceremonies, cringe-worthy brutality—so it was truly jarring to experience a finale that didn’t feel like gut-punch after gut-punch followed by a final roller coaster stomach dive. The show got some punches in for sure, but we’re actually drying some happy tears too.
— isa (@isoscelesss) August 16, 2019
Okay my #HandmaidsTaleFinale experience is now finally over.
— Mike Gibbs 🏳️🌈 (@Mikeggibbs) August 19, 2019
The dehydration is familiar. The hesitant optimism? Not so much.
The episode centered on the Lawrence household’s plan to free dozens of children from the cruel dystopian regime of Gilead. After an on-the-fly transportation change involving picking up more kiddos than originally planned (hooray!) June’s (Elisabeth Moss) ultimate sacrifice play (along with the unbreakable bond of sisterhood) resulted in all the children safely landing in Canada. Safe children + the handmaids going back to help June = good. It was a bitter, tear-filled win, but a win nonetheless.
— Nat (@NicelikeNat) August 14, 2019
— ezz (@dangerezzwoman) August 16, 2019
June is a HERO. The Marthas are BAD ASSES. Serena and Fred’s psycho asses are in prison. And MOST IMPORTANTLY SOME OF THE CHILDREN ARE FREE! IT’S A START. ☺
ALL IS RIGHT IN THE WORLD…. FOR NOW… I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL NEXT SEASON.
— Nicole House of Ferocity (@PoiseRoseMakeup) August 14, 2019
Waiting for a new season from a fave TV show is always the absolute worst, but this plot twist (i.e. not being left totally shattered by the finale) has us even more desperate for season four. We’ll be here watching those last moments on repeat and crying into our cereal.