I’d been pimping the greatness of the television show Lost since I began watching it two years ago. Interesting characters, a fantastic mythology, and cliffhanger endings made it seem like the creators of the show studied and learned from the best science fiction of the twentieth century.
They cherry picked from the first Star Wars movies, Twilight Zone, and Marvel comic books to make the ultimate television show. It had action, humor, romance, and most important of all mystery. Throughout the six year run Lost introduced us to one strange phenomena after another. The whole time promising that it would all make sense in the end.
The final episode had me geeked. I couldn’t wait to learn the fate of Jack and Sawyer. There were a hundred unanswered questions from the minute to the grand and I had complete faith the writers of the show would not let us down. It was a two and a half hour series finale (with an hour of that time devoted to commercials), and for the first two hours I was loving life. Swashbuckling fist fights, exploration of new realms and of course more mystery. But then the final ten minutes of the show happened.
I don’t want to ruin anything for people who have not yet watched the show, but by allowing the final ten minutes be the worst ten minutes of the one hundred hours of the series, it almost makes me question whether I should recommend Lost any more. Immediately after watching the episode I compared it to a hot date ending with a handshake. But that’s a forgettable evening. Lost’s ending was so cataclysmically disappointing it was more like a hot date where you fall deeply in love, begin making out, she invites you up to her place, takes off her clothes and shows you she has a penis. And it’s bigger then yours! (Note: This has never happened to me, but I imagine it would be as scarring as the ending of Lost.)
Why introduce us to time travel and atomic bomb detonations, psychics who know the future and temples with waters that can revive the dead only to imply that none of it really happened? That all of this was a dying man’s fevered dream. The show ended with Jack, the main protagonist speaking with his dead father. His father tells Jack that he too is dead and is now reunited with everyone on that tragic plane crash. The end credits show the lifeless debris from the plane crash. It was all a dying man’s dream.
One of my friends said the repeated mantra of the episode, “Learn to let go”, was a message from the creators of Lost to the viewers. It’s only a show. Stop thinking so much about what it all means.
This reminds me of the time an old Yiddish man told a joke. He had us cracking up with all the twists and turns a man with one eye took while looking for his wife. After a half hour of listening, right as the man with one eye ended up in Babylon with a chicken and two leprechauns the old Yiddish man started talking about which deli served the best pastrami.
We cried foul. “Pastrami? What happened to the guy with one eye? What’s the punchline?”
“Punchline? You want a punchline?” The old Yid said with disgust. “The punchline is you’re a schmuck. What are you doing listening to an old man for so long?”