On the run from a drug deal gone bad, Mike Ross, a brilliant college-dropout, finds himself a job working with Harvey Specter, one of New York City's best lawyers.
The Season 5 finale left us with Jessica and Louis facing the complete collapse of the firm they’ve both sacrificed so much for, Mike in prison, Gibbs still dogging Harvey, and Rachel…do not get me started on Rachel. Mike is awful and she can do better, and that’s all I have to say about that. If we could just remove Mike’s awfulness from the equation, then Suits could return to its previously scheduled adoration. That doesn’t mean get rid of Mike—Mike Ross is an essential part of the Suits formula and Patrick J. Abrams is awesome—but maybe Mike’s time in prison, and Suits finally pulling the trigger on letting Mike’s secret ruin everything, will give us back the Mike of old, the Mike who wasn’t a total bastard.
This is Mike’s message: “I literally do not care about your feelings; this is all about Catholic guilt, honor, and my obnoxious, self-righteous ego. Also Harvey.”
I’m not one to get terribly hung up on subtext because you can really make anything out to be anything with enough circumstantial evidence, or, according to this election year, if you say it confidently enough—but Mike and Harvey’s weepy, bloody, violent arguments over who gets to sacrifice himself for the other came off as pretty heavy-handed. I mean, Mike walked out of his wedding to hitch a ride to jail with his well-dressed mentor/idol/BFF. The moral of the story was that Mike will always choose Harvey and Harvey will always choose Mike. There’s subtext and then there’s SUB. TEXT.
