For the record, I'm a guy that's very often, and very easily disappointed. It's because I get so worked up about things that invariably they can't live up to it or get destroyed. Picture Tommy Boy's speech about ruining a sale.
So, I'm glad to say I was abundantly pleased with LOST. As a bit of an existentialist myself, I adored it. It knew what mattered. The human experience. The human condition. For six seasons, exploring different people's thoughts, feelings, worries, struggles, successes, all of it. And it crafted characters we cared about and cared for.
I went a long way with LOST. All of my 20's. From rags, to, well, not as many rags, maybe? For all those years, even if it was July and I knew I'd be months away from any new LOST, I always had it in the back of my head. Honestly, always. There it was, as something in the future to look forward to. So it was a pretty tall task to make it worthwhile.
The Finale came together brilliantly. Such a unique plot device was created (in the flashes of awareness), that made that part of the story telling so different and powerful. It was... emotional. I'm a bit worried, because I think I could have people around me die and not get that shaken by it.
I have no time for anyone to complain about it. It's easy, but I'd just class them as stupid. Think for yourself, don't always want to be spoonfed. Come on. Dig in deep. Put yourself out there.
It's funny, because as soon as Season 2, I was thinking "I just want to get to the end of this show to find out all the answers." But in the end, it wasn't ever the answers I wanted or even enjoyed. It was always the journey. And as much as I just wanted to stay alive for the finale, the finale made me want to live.
It is sad that it's over. And I think it will only feel sadder still in the weeks and months and even years to come. Because, I don't think anything will ever replicate it. In 40 years time, I think that if someone asks me what my favorite TV show of all-time is, I won't have any qualms when I answer: LOST.
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