Friday, May 28, 2010

Remembering Lost, and Reflections on Characters

Lost ended last week. I feel kind of empty now, unable to look forward to crazy cliffhangers and waiting eight months for a new season. The finale left me feeling good about everything overall, and in typical Lost style, they left unanswered questions that people will probably be arguing about on forums for years. That doesn't bother me. I just don't know what people were expecting. If it was some shocking, ground-breaking twist, it wouldn't be the series finale, just another cliffhanger. Didn't you people want closure? I mean, the Losties created the sideways world in "death" so that they could find each other again and pass on into heaven together. People seemed to want to cling onto the sci-fi elements with the electromagnetism and Dharma stations and whatnot, but I liked the closure. And I loved Vincent running back in at the end, because that's the first thing Jack saw when he opened his eye in the pilot. And the shoe hanging from the tree. If I ever have a yellow lab someday, I'll name it Vincent. Partly after Vincent from Lost, and partly after Vincent Valentine from Final Fantasy 7, because he's kickass.

Naturally I bawled my eyes out when it was ending. And then, even worse, my mother called me bawling HER eyes out. Definitely not what I needed to hear, because if anything upsets me, it's my mother crying. So I bawled more. And then Stephen and I watched Kimmel. And then we went to bed, but I laid there for hours contemplating the show. Not really all the mysteries and questions, but just the characters in general. I mean, as a fiction writer, I adore characters. I haven't really been working on anything big in awhile, but back in the day I was absolutely in love with my characters. I still think of them and smile. They become so real. I can't hear Matthew Fox's voice and not think of Jack. Jack! What a guy. I feel like I know him. I feel like I could walk into a hospital and see him. I'll miss these people so they're my family. I'll miss Hurley and Charlie and Sawyer and Locke...not Kate though. She can go away. I loved Daniel Faraday. His voice alone was perfect. He was the perfect person to have around to try to explain time travel. Aw man, and Desmond! The journey of this show has been such a wonderful ride. It feels sort of like Harry Potter to me, because as the years went by and I found out more of the story, I grew and changed just like the characters did. I think I also loved it so much because it was an epic. The mythology of the Island was so deep and strange and mysterious. Stories of its inhabitants went back hundreds of years. And I'll totally miss formulating theories about Richard Alpert's eyeliner and whether he was once an Egyptian pharoah. And that pesky statue. And the smoke monster! And seeing the promos and ads a million times with Jack and his crazy beard maniacally shouting "WE HAVE TO GO BACK!"

Ah, those were the days. I'll really miss you, Lost. I hope I see pop culture references to you for years to come. And I hope they make that awesome Dharma alarm clock someday, because I would pay at least $100 for it.

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