Whereas, I found a sober, measured, mature meditation on the dangers of the ongoing loss of small parts of oneself (literal and figurative), how easy it is to subsume one's identity into being merely a functionary of the state 9the justifications are built right in!), and the sudden, wrenching, stark realization that the world has subtly changed while one was being smug, self-serving and apathetic (all qualities a culture like our must inculcate to continue to function as it currently does - that is to say, that "nothing is ever wrong enough to indispose myself in any way" because the "wrong" never happens to you and yours) to be anything but decepetively shallow. In fact, I found the writing during the last sequence to be some of the absolute best I'd read in the last year - evocative and honest.
But I've got to go now - Storm Saxon (I mean, Jack Bauer) is going to rescue us from those baddies again...by any means he can, and I don't want to miss the righteous (not sadistic, no) blood and guts!