Lost is...over..sniff...
Okay, so the sixth season of Lost aired on Monday, and, having watched
the penultimate episode only the night before I was primed and ready for
it. I'll go into specifics in a second, but let me first up say that I
loved the way the show ended. It did everything I needed it to,
providing me with emotional highs, closure to the main story arcs and a
sense that there was still more I could read into the story, still more I
could gather round the water cooler (If I had one) to talk about what
it all meant.
After six years and so many sprawling plot lines, it was inevitable that
some questions would remain unanswered, but you know what? That's
absolutely fine. That's Lost. If everything had been tied in a neat bow,
fed to me on a silver spoon, I'd have been disappointed. There's still
aspects of the show I don't know and probably never will, and I'm okay
with that. What was the golden light, who was Jacob and MiB's mother,
what was the deal with Walt? To name a few. But the show's strength was
always its characters and the writers and actors imbued them all with
real depth and warmth that made me really care about them. I've lived
and breathed alongside them on that island, and to see their fates
played out before me gave me many moments of triumph along the way.
Seeing Claire and Charlie reunited at the concert during Aaron's birth
had me blubbing like a little girl, as did Sun and Jin's reveal - even
though it included scenes of their death. And Jack's, 'I'll see you in
another life, brother,' line in the cave turned me into a wreck.
Watching Jack and Locke brawling on the cliff in the rain was just
amazing, with its shades of 300, and the symmetry of so many images
throughout the episode spoke of such carefully crafted plotting that I
sat in real admiration of J.J. Abrams, Carlton Cuse, Damon Lindelof and
all the other writers. Watching characters I'd grown to love over the
six year run of the show meet their fates, grisly or otherwise, was a
real treat, and I don't think I've invested in a show as much as I did
Lost.
And the ending. Finding out that the Flash Sideways were a kind of
celestial waiting room, where all the characters had to find themselves
to 'let go' and move on was a stroke of genius, as it made sense of the
strange connections established in what I had assumed was a cracked,
parallel time line established by the detonation of the hydrogen bomb at
the end of Season 5 (which, as it now turns out, clearly didn't go
off...). I guess a lot of folk read this as confirming the suspicions
many had early on that everyone died in the crash and that the island
was some form of Purgatory, but Christian spells it out for Jack, that
everyone had to find each other, and that what happened on the island
really happened. In a lovely piece of symmetry from the opening episode,
we saw Jack lying in the bamboo field, and where we begin with his eye
opening, we end with it closing. Perfect. Oh, and the dog lives too.
Jerry Bruckheimer would be proud.
So, emotional journeys, wonderful character moments and a sense of
closure. I couldn't ask for anything more, though I have to say that I
felt kind of sorry for the Man in Black. Yeah, he did some terrible
things along the way, but didn't he just want to leave the island after
glimpsing the possibility that there was life beyond its shores? Perhaps
as Old Smokey he really shouldn't have left...great evil, blah, blah,
blah, but perhaps if his mother had just let him go in the first place,
all this could have been avoided. Yeah, and if they'd given Gwaihir the
Ring there'd have been no trek across Middle Earth. And wouldn't that
have been boring? That's what I thought of Lost's finale, what did you
think? Genius, dross, not enough answers, satisfying in every way...?
Let me know.
Farewell Lost, I'm going back to the Season 1 box set to start again,
armed with the knowledge of what's really going on...
Paul Gray
And in other news, I read that Paul Gray, the bassist for Slipknot was
found dead on May 24th, which made me pretty sad, as I'm a big fan of
the band. Having just watched BBC2's documentary "I'm in a Rock & Roll
Band", I've developed a newfound respect for the bass player, the
so-called, 'other one'. Often without the fiery charisma of the lead
singer, furious noodling of the lead guitarist or pounding aggression of
the drummer, they were sort of the quiet ones at the back.
There are of course, some obvious exceptions, like Gene Simmons, Geddy Lee, Paul Simonon, Peter 'Hooky' Hook, Steve Harris and, of course, Mark Gibbons. And if you don't know who any of these guys are, Google them now.So you ignore
the bassist at your peril, for a powerful bassline anchors the greatest
rock songs. Just look at Ace of Spades. I know Slipknot weren't to
everyone's tastes, but when they exploded onto the scene with their
self-titled album in 1999, it was like a hand grenade in the midst of
bloated stadium bands that shook the world of rock and metal to its
core. I equate their impact to that of Nirvana, who did something
similar, playing a stripped back rock that was powerful in its
simplicity and lo-fi approach to rock. Anyway, this Maggot wishes Paul's
soul well wherever it is now. Maybe he's meeting up with Jon Bonham, Keith Moon and Kurt Cobain before moving on...
Cancellations
Don't you hate it when you're just getting into a show and the network
pulls the plug? Why is it that dross like Two and a Half Men (A show by
Chuck Lorre, whose other work, The Big Bang Theory, I love) and the
innumerable cop procedurals get into their tenth seasons and beyond,
while shows that demand a bit of investment and eye-on-the-ball smarts
get canceled before they have a chance to grow? Shows like Flash
Forward, Firefly, Invasion etc... I understand that the American TV
landscape is a harsh place, where cut-throat execs roam with their
snipping shears of doom, but it seems to me that by canceling shows that
don't hit stratospheric numbers of viewers they're actually shooting
themselves in the foot.
Now it seems to me that you get a lot of people watching a new show,
then there's obviously going to be some drop off from the
fly-by-nighters who aren't interested in continuing, but there's a loyal
core of fans who
get the show and stick with it, loyally tuning
in every week to see what happens next. Aren't they the ones you're
sticking it to by canceling the show, the ones who stuck with you and
put their faith in its potential? It's a rare tv show that gets to
choose its time to end. The Wire did it beautifully, BSG did it well, as
did Buffy, and as I mentioned above, Lost managed it too. To an extent
Angel did it too, though a lot of what went into the ending was a tad
rushed and the open-ended charge into the monsters felt a
little...unconvincing as a finale. Listening to Joss Whedon's commentary
for that final episode, I can see his point that it's representing the
fact that the battle against evil never ends, but it still left a sour
taste in my mouth, like that explanation was bent to fit how they ended
the episode.
Take Flash Forward for example. It started well, and though,
admittedly, sagged a tad in the middle - not helped by a mid-season
break in a terribly chosen spot - it was picking up pace toward the end
and was establishing a nice balance between dangling bemusing threads
and
answering some of the earlier questions. And then it gets canceled.
Arse. We've yet to watch the final episode, though I read that it's been
edited and put together in such a way as to provide some element of
closure to its multiple plot lines since the show's producers knew they
weren't going to get any more episodes. We'll see. And 24, another of my
favourite shows, is ending soon too (can I take the trauma of so many
cancellations!?). We'll see how they end that in a convincing way,
though knowing Jack, it's going to be ridiculously over the top, violent
and with plenty of utterances of the word Dammit! Which is just how I
want my Jack Bauer.
Right, back to work now, and I promise I'll have something vaguely
writing related to talk about next time.