A new season begins with much more excitement that follows Liz Lemon, a young successful woman working as the head of a well-known comedy show, who struggles against coping with her new arrogant boss and weird star. Liz has managed to find a way to improve her relationship with her boyfriend and Jack does not know what is the best politics or business.
No show before 30 Rock commented as astutely on television culture as it mocked NBC and terrible TV trends ("MILF Island," anyone?). For that alone, 30 Rock deserves the thanks of a grateful nation.
It was one of the most satisfying sitcom enders I've seen, right up there with the end of The Mary Tyler Moore Show and Cheers, series that operated along the same no-fuss, let's-all-have-a-good-time wavelength.
What I'll miss most when 30 Rock is gone is the conduit it provided into whatever was on Fey's mind. As 30 Rock found its way and sharpened its blade, Fey became the unofficial spokeswoman for a niche demographic.
All great things must come to an end, and 6 1/2 seasons seems like a reasonable life span for this great thing -- packed with wordplay, sight gags, pop-culture tangents and assorted other odds and ends.
