From This Lostie

It's done.  After about a month and a half, I am finally done watching all 121 episodes-- 6 seasons!-- of Lost on Netflix.  And now that it's actually over, I'm not quite sure what to do with myself.

The journey itself was like a visit from a new friend-- exciting, fresh, and surprising.  Having watched the series long after most everyone else, I knew to pay attention because questions and mysteries could possibly lead to some startling revelations (which was half the show, of course).  I tried to prolong it as best I could, but Lost being such an unusual and charming friend made it hard to stay away.  

I found the ending satisfying, if not predictable.  I think I kind of figured out what the side-timeline was before they actually revealed it, but even as I expected it, I was still disappointed in the whole intimation at religion.  They're in a church which starts off looking Catholic... and then looks Baha'i... which still alludes to religion.

But I digress.  After we were pau with the last episode, Charlie and I looked up some websites that some disgruntled Losties vented about their disappointment with the finale.  I find I don't share the same issues, and I credit being a long-time lover of fantasy fiction as the reason.  You learn that you just have to chalk some occurrences up to "well, it's a fantasy" because a lot of fantasy fiction share the same anomalies that the reader assumes in all those realms to be completely true.  You don't ask why this planet, for example, has 3 moons, you just accept it as a foreign planet.

My boss and Mark both lead me true when they said most of the big questions will be answered and the last 5 minutes kind of suck.  What were the polar bears about?  Some kind of DI experiment, right?  I don't really care.  What about the pregnant women dying?  Minor plot line, I lost interest in that long ago when there were no more pregnant women to think about.

I want to know what happened to Desmond.  I loved him, by the way.  He was one of my favorite characters through the whole thing-- sincere, selfless, loving, and smart.  But Jack tells him to go home to his wife and son, they talk about figuring out how to get him home, but you don't know if he actually leaves!  And why did Desmond have to go down only to be sent back up again by Jack?  Desmond was right, you know. He could have put the stopper back without any repercussions (his immunity and all), and they both could have lived.

I am troubled by their so-called international cast where all the black people were basically murderers.  Well, okay, Walt doesn't actually kill anyone.  To my knowledge, anyway.  And Sayid?  Let's make sure we further facilitate the idea that men from the middle East are torturers and murderers!  And while we're talking about characters, I didn't like any of the women, either.  Sun was the closest thing to a woman I liked, and that was because she didn't really say or do as many stupid things as the other women AND Sun created the garden.

The other thing that troubles me is not so much the incompletion of certain story lines, it's that some were perhaps too ambitious.  Good vs. evil?  What the french?!  The end of the world if Jacob's nameless brother got off the island?  WHY? Says who?  I was actually kind of rooting for him by the end.  I felt bad for him!  He's not supposed to leave, but no one ever told him why.  But that all went away when Desmond pulled the stopper out of the sink and Kate shot him.  Oh, and Jack kicked him over the cliff.

Anyway, that's all I got time for right now.  I would love to hear what you have to say about the series and its finale.  Please share!