Lost: The End

The end of a six year series run has finally come.   How does it measure up?

To make a long story short, it doesn’t.

I’m not going to bore everyone with why it was a terrible finale (the last 10 minutes were a big part of  it).  Chances are, if you’ve been keeping up with the show, you already know why it was terrible.  The finale, and to a lesser extent, the rest of the series… is such a perfect example of what NOT to do as a writer.  That is, bring up mysteries and questions, which you will not only not answer in the end, but ultimately are proven absolutely pointless.  Yes, the series deserves credit for having engaging and interesting characters, but people were interested in the mythology and mystery of the series.

They just completely ignored that.  This isn’t even a case of an ending that’s full of plot holes.  For plot holes to exist, there actually has to be enough substance around to actually dig a hole.  What the finale basically told us is that everything that’s happened in the series has been completely meaningless.  Thanks so much, Mr. Lindelof and Mr. Carlton, for wasting six years of my life that I’ll never get back.

Oh, and to everyone that thinks they were always dead, you people are retarded.