Should have written this last night immediately after watching the series finale of Lost. I didn’t because I wanted to give myself some time to ponder the ending. Now that I have done this, I can say with complete confidence that I totally hated it. It did nothing for me. It’s not that I didn’t understand it. They died in the crash. I get it. I just didn’t like it.
I watched Jimmy Kimmel afterwards and saw some people were moved to tears. I only felt empty and slightly duped. If you’re old enough to remember the series Dallas, I felt the same way when Bobby Ewing’s death turned out to be only a dream. The writers deserve praise for stretching the concept for a two hour movie into a six year series.
I am only criticizing the concept. The show itself was great and I am sorry to see it end. I am left with one question, though. Where were Walt and Michael?