Last night marked the final episode of what I believe to be the most epic television series since Star Trek: Voyager; Lost. Hopes were high and nerves were frayed as the world tuned in to see what would become of the Oceanic survivors that we had all come to know and love, and I feel like we as viewers were given everything we needed to bring some closure to the last six seasons of awesomeness. Unfortunately, it seems like I may be in the extreme minority for feeling this way.
I think the main source of anger, confusion, bitterness — whatever you want to call it — is the fact that people aren’t realizing that Lost is not actually a show about a weird, sci-fi island. To me, Lost is about people on a very strange island. All of the fans who are expressing their confusion or disappointment seem to be people who were more interested in the island than the people that crashed there. It could be that some of these negative feelings are actually displaced anger at the show coming to an end, as all good things must.
I’ll be the first to admit, that the abnormal occurrences on the island are very intriguing pieces of the puzzle that is Lost. The writers and creators somehow took a pinch of magic, theology, and sci-fi and made a place so wondrous and confusing that we all wanted to visit it. There are the markers of a potentially rich history and mythology of the island, and I think any fan who said that didn’t interest them is a liar. I believe that the island and the weird mumbo jumbo that occurred there was just a plot mechanic that served to keep us all interested and prevent the show from becoming a prime-time soap opera. It was an ingenious idea that worked maybe a little too well.
The “flashsideways” storytelling device that was implemented in season six was confusing. Just by the time I thought I had it figured out, I was proven wrong — and I loved it. With the highly predictable nature of television and movies these days, it felt wonderful to have something actually surprise me. Not only that, but the actual final image was beautiful and I couldn’t have been happier knowing that these characters get to stick together. I do have a few issues, such as Walt’s absence from the final scene or why Aaron was portrayed as being a baby in this afterlife, considering we saw him reach at least toddler age.
I’ll leave it at that. I just wanted to put my thoughts out there. It was a very engrossing and rewarding six seasons of television, and a series I am very grateful to have experienced. I think Lost set some new standards in storytelling that I hope will be followed by the creative people following in Lost’s footsteps. To the upset fans out there, I give you this piece of advice: keep it simple. Jack and crew lived their lives, died, and were reunited. I feel like that is an even better ending and offered more closure than we could’ve asked for.