“Wilfred” ended its series run tonight, and television will be a little more boring in its absence.
It was never a perfect show, often stuck trying to figure out its overall tone, marrying short-term plots to longer-arcing narratives, and generally spinning its wheels at times as the show entered later seasons. As a viewer, I came and went, missing large chunks of the second and third seasons with little to no adverse effect. In a strange way, that turned out to be a strength rather than a weakness. Because even though tonight’s series finale answered what the titular character was, it purposely left his meaning as clouded as ever. Which is perfect.