Already I’m feeling lost without ABC’s LOST. The finale offered emotional closure but left as many questions as it answered. Yes, it was the show creator’s perfect long con, and viewers can’t be blamed for crying “bait and switch!” But I doubt the perfect ending could have been crafted; something that would tie the million loose threads into a coherent and cohesive whole. I must have missed the evolution, for instance, of Jack’s emotionally distant, drunkard dad into a guardian angel. And who and why was Widmore? But here is my eulogy for the series, written on the eve of the finale:
If, like me, you feel as if you’re going to be lost without LOST, there is consolation in knowing we are part of a generation that enjoyed this rare television treat. But as much as I have enjoyed this ground-breaking program, I hope it doesn’t spawn a slew of imitators. It’s no coincidence that some of the latest efforts in the genre like “Fringe” and the new incarnation of “V” lack the loyal following of LOST. LOST was different, and it will be mourned.
Will the series finale satisfy rabid viewers’ appetites for closure? Soon, we’ll all know, although consensus of opinion is unlikely. All during its spectacular but uneven run, LOST has evoked both criticism and praise, often from the same source. But it has always elicited passion. It has been ‘must see TV’, if not for the network that originated that catch-phrase.
I’ll be missing “The Apprentice” finale and the fate of Bret Michaels or Holly Robinson Peete as Trump’s latest… whatever this Sunday, despite loyally sticking through another essentially meaningless season of celebrity-reality fluff (with my interest admittedly heightened by Michaels’ health scare and subsequent life and death struggle; BTW, how lucky can one son of a b**** be – Trump I mean – talk about ratings gold, only it’ll be squandered on Sunday so I guess it’s dumb luck for the Trumspter).
So we’ll bid a final adieu to a cast that has shared our living rooms, informed our collective psyche, and fueled our speculation. I couldn’t even hazard a guess as to the final denouement, but I hope it’s a “LOST signature eerie instrumental noise” type moment. Hopefully the producers won’t rush a LOST movie into theaters; the intimacy and depth of TV stories doesn’t often translate to the big screen. I’d prefer to remember them as they were – Freckles, Hurley, Sawyer, Doc, Locke, “and the rest” (to borrow a lyric from Gilligan’s Isle, my first shipwreck favorites).
Please wow us Sunday, LOST writers, with a balls to the wall multi-hour ending. The never-ending, always turning tale is sure to join the pantheon of those rare never-duplicated masterworks of fiction.