I watched Lost back in '04-'10...having to wait every week for a new episode. Having to wait a year for the next season. And having some seasons break in the middle for several months.
I still enjoyed it overall, and also enjoyed taking a peek at the busy online fan communities at the time: everyone sharing feverish theories and building the show's mythology up into something it could never live up to. I was one of the many disappointed at the final season, thought the Flash-Sideways were a waste of time and groaned at the slow-mo cryathon ending. I guess I was hoping for an epic science-fiction sort of resolution.
Since it ended I've barely thought about Lost.
Fast-forward 12 years later, to Sep/Oct last year. Life has changed quite a bit: got a partner & kids now. During a bout of flu my lady fancied watching something addictive while recovering but wasn't sure what. For some reason I immediately thought of the first season of Lost (she'd never seen it).
Needless to say, she got hooked big-time...and so did I. Couldn't keep my eyes away despite knowing the main events. The mysteries, camera & music, acting, dialogue, humour, tension...it all worked perfectly.
Fast-forward a few months later and we're burning through Season 6 and I slowly have a little revelation...these flash-sideways have more meaning, as I know how it ends. And when the finale comes around, instead of groaning I'm feeling the emotion.
They've moved on, and with that realisation I feel like I've made my peace with this finale.
I still enjoyed it overall, and also enjoyed taking a peek at the busy online fan communities at the time: everyone sharing feverish theories and building the show's mythology up into something it could never live up to. I was one of the many disappointed at the final season, thought the Flash-Sideways were a waste of time and groaned at the slow-mo cryathon ending. I guess I was hoping for an epic science-fiction sort of resolution.
Since it ended I've barely thought about Lost.
Fast-forward 12 years later, to Sep/Oct last year. Life has changed quite a bit: got a partner & kids now. During a bout of flu my lady fancied watching something addictive while recovering but wasn't sure what. For some reason I immediately thought of the first season of Lost (she'd never seen it).
Needless to say, she got hooked big-time...and so did I. Couldn't keep my eyes away despite knowing the main events. The mysteries, camera & music, acting, dialogue, humour, tension...it all worked perfectly.
Fast-forward a few months later and we're burning through Season 6 and I slowly have a little revelation...these flash-sideways have more meaning, as I know how it ends. And when the finale comes around, instead of groaning I'm feeling the emotion.
They've moved on, and with that realisation I feel like I've made my peace with this finale.